Chapter 4

Because of that, I spent the entire night reinforcing the walls again.

Using the survival points I had left, I upgraded the structure to make it even stronger.

I also exchanged points for a slick industrial coating, making the walls nearly impossible to climb.

Even if the zombies managed to get partway up, they’d slide right back down.

Only after everything was finished did I finally return to my room and get some sleep.

The next morning, the first rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains and spilled across my soft bed.

By the time I washed up and headed downstairs, the chef had already prepared breakfast according to my nutritional needs.

As I ate, I scrolled through the internet while communication networks were still barely functioning, checking the latest news about the apocalypse.

Posts in countless different languages flooded every platform, but they all carried the same emotions: fear and despair.

The sudden zombie outbreak had thrown the entire world into chaos.

And yet, while everyone else panicked, I remained perfectly calm, leisurely finishing my breakfast before pouring myself a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

Then a video suddenly appeared on the front page.

Someone had uploaded footage of the girl who came begging for help at my estate a few days earlier.

The video clearly showed me standing upstairs, coldly watching everything through the window while ignoring the girl’s screams and pleas for help.

The uploader even exposed my personal information and the address of my estate.

At a time when the entire world was gripped by fear, my refusal to save her unsurprisingly ignited public outrage.

Alongside the video, they also leaked records of the supplies I’d purchased before the apocalypse.

In an instant, everyone learned that I possessed enormous amounts of food and resources.

The uploader passionately claimed that someone as heartless as me staying alive would only lower everyone else’s chances of survival.

According to her, the survivors should unite and storm my estate together.

As long as they succeeded, she promised she would redistribute my supplies to those truly in need.

Her supposed kindness and compassion stood in sharp contrast to my cold indifference.

The internet exploded almost immediately.

As expected, the comment section overwhelmingly supported her.

Within minutes, people began organizing groups dedicated to “taking down” my estate.

Watching the online mob rapidly grow larger, I remained completely unfazed.

I couldn’t even be bothered to defend myself, because I already understood one thing clearly:

In the apocalypse, having resources was a crime in itself.

Besides, after all my renovations, the estate’s defenses had become virtually indestructible.

Even zombies couldn’t get inside, so how could ordinary humans possibly break through?

Still, the moment I saw the video, I immediately sensed something was wrong.

Every window in the estate had been replaced with one-way glass.

So how could anyone possibly have filmed my face from outside?

I instantly realized the video had been part of a carefully planned setup.

When I clicked on the uploader’s profile, the account was obviously brand new.

It had only ever posted that single video.

The person behind the account clearly didn’t want their identity exposed.

But I already knew exactly who it was.

In this world, the only person who couldn’t stand seeing me live well was my dear sister, Sharon.

Back when I first moved into the estate, she showed up once wearing that fake, affectionate smile of hers.

She told me the estate only fell into my hands because she’d generously given it up and reminded me not to forget the kindness she showed me.

If I hadn’t lived through my previous life, I might actually have believed her.

I stayed on guard around her and never allowed her inside.

The gifts she brought were thrown away the moment they touched my hands.

After she left, I had the estate’s entire front gate replaced immediately.

From that point on, she never appeared within range of my surveillance system again.

So how had she managed to monitor me so closely despite all the security measures?

Unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong, I took the ten guards and searched the entire estate again, tearing through every inch of the property.