Chapter 6

A cold laugh escaped me.

So,what if Sharon had a system too?

Someone stupid enough to spend all her effort spying on others instead of installing proper surveillance around her own shelter was doomed sooner or later, no matter how overpowered her cheat abilities were.

The next morning, I was awakened by the constant vibration of my phone.

The moment I checked the screen, I saw that a crowd had already gathered outside my estate.

I didn’t even need to guess who they were.

They were the same people online who had been shouting about “bringing justice” by storming my estate and taking all my supplies.

As the facial recognition system scanned them one by one, their information immediately appeared on my phone.

No wonder they were acting so fearless.

Every single one of them had a criminal record.

They probably thought I was just some young woman living alone and assumed I wouldn’t stand a chance against a group of armed men carrying machetes and clubs.

The miniature cameras mounted above the gate transmitted their conversation clearly through the speakers.

The guards stationed along the walls had obviously intimidated them, because none of them dared to make the first move.

I leisurely finished washing up before heading downstairs, casually calling the guards down from the walls to join me for breakfast.

One of them hesitated before asking if I was really sure everything would be fine. The men outside looked aggressive and clearly prepared for trouble.

Completely unbothered, I took a bite of crispy toast and calmly told him to trust me.

Honestly, I was more worried they’d get scared off and leave without doing anything.

Sure enough, the moment the guards stepped away from the walls, the group outside couldn’t hold back anymore.

They immediately pulled out weapons and started hacking at the gate.

But no matter how hard they swung, they couldn’t leave so much as a scratch behind.

One man with a scar running across his face motioned for everyone else to step back.

He was clearly the leader of the group. The second he spoke, everyone obediently scattered aside, leaving him standing alone in front of the gate.

When I pulled up his information, I almost laughed.

His criminal record list was so long.

Scarface pulled a handgun from his pocket and fired directly at the lock.

When nothing happened, he fired two more shots.

The recoil numbed his hand, but the gate remained completely untouched.

Furious, he cursed loudly and kicked the gate several times to vent his anger.

Outside, they were causing chaos.

Meanwhile, inside the estate, I remained perfectly calm, practically treating them like a live reality show to enjoy alongside breakfast.

I had already noticed something earlier that morning.

Ever since they’d started attacking the gate, my survival points had been steadily increasing.

That was exactly why I’d confidently withdrawn the guards and allowed the mob to do whatever they wanted.

The harder they attacked, the more Apocalypse Survival points I earned.

As for Sharon, she was already furious on the other side, screaming that the group was useless and whining that all the supplies she’d wasted on them had gone to waste.

So that was why they refused to give up.

It turned out Sharon was feeding them benefits behind the scenes all along.

The group quickly realized forcing their way through the gate was impossible, so they turned their attention to the walls surrounding the estate instead.

They weren’t completely stupid.

Thanks to the video online, they already knew what the outside of my estate looked like.

One by one, they pulled climbing gear from their backpacks, clearly planning to breach the estate from above.

A few days earlier, that might actually have worried me.

But after seeing zombies attempt to scale the walls, I reinforced everything overnight.

Now, I simply sat back on the sofa and enjoyed the show.

They had severely underestimated just how solid the walls were.

Some tried driving climbing spikes into the concrete, but no matter how hard they forced them in, the tips wouldn’t penetrate even a fraction of an inch.

Others attempted to hammer the spikes into the wall like nails, only to smash their own fingers instead and collapse to the ground howling in pain.

Eventually, Scarface lost his patience altogether.

He threw aside his tools and tried climbing the wall barehanded.

The lower section wasn’t too difficult, but the upper half had been coated with the special slick compound I exchanged through the system.

The second he reached that section, he slid right back down the wall like a wet eel.