Semua Bab The Apocalypse Hoarder: Bab 151 - Bab 160

The neighbors reacted as if they had just seen a savior. Even the ones who had given up, wrapped in blankets and waiting to die, suddenly brightened with hope.[Cyrus, can you really go out and bring supplies back?][If you can do that, we might survive.][The blizzard locked the city down, but our society produced enough goods over the past decades for people to live through this.][Cyrus, I'm really moved.][We treated you so poorly before, yet you still…]Some of them choked up. Many had lost family members to Cyrus' hands, yet their hatred seemed to vanish the moment he stepped up. Gratitude was all that remained.Cyrus spoke in a steady voice. "Since I accepted the role of your leader, I need to take responsibility for everyone. My supplies are running low anyway. Going out for more is our only option."His voice message steadied the residents. During the Frostfall, if someone claimed to help out of pure kindness, people doubted them. If that person had needs of their own,

Volaris City lay silent beneath the snowstorm. Snow swallowed the streets, and only the tallest buildings cast faint shadows across a world of white.Cyrus sped across the frozen roads on his snowmobile. After nearly a month sealed inside his apartment, he finally had a real ride again. Wind tore past his ears and the rush felt incredible, so he let out a few long howls.The engine noise drew attention wherever he went. When he passed a high-rise, he spotted faint silhouettes behind the glass. Even in the apocalypse, some people clung to life. Humanity showed the same stubborn grit as locusts. Extreme cold worked like pesticide, yet a few always survived and adapted.Cyrus touched the pistol in his pocket and felt steady again. Anyone still alive in this city could turn into a threat. In the Frostfall, trusting human nature counted as a deadly mistake.His first stop was not a supermarket. He headed straight for the Volaris City Police Station. Weapons had to be inside. He lived by

Cyrus reached the Wonder Mall in the economic development zone. Only the roof showed above the snow. He followed his usual routine: smashed the upper windows, secured a climbing rope around himself, and lowered his body inside.The mall still held faint traces of its former life. Circular walkways ringed the interior, lined with stores filled with high-end clothes, shoes, and household goods. None of it held value now. Anyone could take whatever they wanted.Cyrus picked a few useful shops and swept every item on their shelves into his pocket dimension.The supermarket sat on the basement level. After gathering a few scattered goods upstairs, he headed toward the lower floor. As he expected, distance kept this place untouched. The shelves were still packed, though the quality told a different story.Part of the mall had collapsed under the blizzard. Frigid air rushed inside and coated every aisle in frost. The cold ruined all the food. Snacks and crackers sat sealed under a thin la

"It was difficult to find anything out there. The moment I stepped outside, I searched every supermarket and mall I could remember," Cyrus said calmly. "All the nearby places were emptied long ago. Nothing was left."He continued, "But I didn't give up. I knew everyone was waiting for me. If I had to search the entire city to keep you fed, then I would. In the end, I drove all over Volaris before I found this batch."Cyrus handed the two bags to Kenneth, then returned to let Zoey out and walked with her downstairs. Only then did he send a message in the group chat, telling the neighbors to come collect food.They arrived within minutes. People crowded the stairwell from one floor to the next. Skinny, starving neighbors stared at the duffel bags with raw hunger. Some grew restless, ready to charge in and snatch whatever they could. Their courage vanished once they noticed the dark iron bar in Cyrus’s right hand.Cyrus narrowed his eyes, smiling. "I went through a lot to bring this b

Cyrus looked over the neighbors gathered before him and nodded with satisfaction. Now that they had taken lives with their own hands, they could finally serve as proper frontline fighters. Expendable, but still useful. He could push them into future clashes with other buildings far more easily now. All it cost him was a bit of trash-grade food and a handful of empty promises.He clapped his hands. "Good. Well done. Do you see it now? As long as we stand together, what's there to fear from people like them?"He pointed at two young men who had fought the hardest. "You two, come here."They rushed over, ignoring the streaks of blood on their faces, eager and bright with excitement.Cyrus crouched, grabbed a full handful of food from the pile, and shoved it into one man's arms. One handful was not enough, so he gave him another.To these starving people, bloated bread, moldy crackers, dried vegetable scraps, and a chunk of pale frozen meat were treasures.The others watched with env