All Chapters of The Apocalypse Hoarder: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Vincent roared, "You have got to be kidding me! Why do I only get a piece of candy?"Cyrus let out a cold laugh. "You dare complain? While everyone else fought, you wandered around in the back. You never touched those four men. Giving you that candy was already an act of mercy."Vincent had tried to be clever. At the start he had yelled, waving a stick and shouting, "Kill them! Kill them all!"His voice had carried across the field with theatrical fury. But when it came time to swing, his feet carried him backward. He never stepped forward and hoped Cyrus would not notice. He really thought everyone else was a fool, and he had slacked off right under Cyrus' nose.Vincent glared and protested, "How is that my fault? There were too many people crowding them. I couldn't even get close!"Cyrus replied, "Not my problem. I don't care about excuses. I care about results.""You are being unfair!" Vincent shouted, his face flushed with humiliation. "You are targeting me on purpose!"Cyru

Vincent curled on the floor and gritted his teeth as he answered, "The High-Horse Gold Digger."The room erupted with laughter."Hahaha!""I can't believe we had someone like that in our building.""I even had a crush on her once. Damn it, a couple hundred bucks would have done the job. What a waste of emotion.""What a shameless woman."The waves of mockery closed in on Diana from all sides. Even with her hands clamped over her ears, nothing could shut it out."Ahhh!" she screamed like someone who had lost her mind and bolted out of the stairwell.Cyrus pulled out a small bag of crackers and tossed it in front of Vincent. "Good. That is your reward."Training people worked like training a dog. When they obeyed, you tossed them something.Vincent's eyes shone with sudden joy. He had not expected to get the food back. Even after being beaten half to death, the hatred in his heart faded. He even began to believe Cyrus was a fair man. After all, he had been the one at fault earl

Zoey nodded. "But winter is coming. The temperature will only drop lower.""That's not the real problem," Cyrus said. "We need to worry about people. In the apocalypse, people are far more terrifying than any monster."After they finished eating, Zoey curled up beside him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.Cyrus glanced at her. "What are you doing?"Her cheeks flushed. "Warming up."She pressed her soft, well-padded body against him. Ever since he had awakened that part of her, she clung to him like she could not help herself. If Cyrus were not young and full of stamina, any ordinary man would have collapsed by now.Cyrus chuckled and gave her a sharp slap on her round hips. "I don't have time for you right now. Go shower and lie down."She shot him a seductive look and went to wash up.What could make Cyrus ignore a beautiful woman? Only one thing: a universal male hobby.Cyrus pulled out every weapon he had collected that day from his pocket dimension.He had some kno

Taking care of the baby had drained Kenneth for weeks. He woke throughout the night and never found real rest. If the child had been his own, he might have felt different. Raising another man's child in the Frostfall weighed on him in a way he never voiced.People acted out of self-interest. Kenneth had kept a lid on his resentment and never looked at it directly. "Just treat her as your own daughter. When she grows up, she will repay you," Chloe would whisper in his ear every day and add more pressure.In time, he told himself to bear the burden without complaint. Cyrus' words unsettled everything he avoided.Kenneth forced out a laugh. "Having a child? I can't think about that now. Maybe after we survive all this.""Right, right. I just said whatever came to mind. Don't take it too seriously." Cyrus chuckled. "I respect you and Chloe. Honestly. I hope you two can be happy."Kenneth nodded. "I'll head back. If you need me, call anytime."After he left, Cyrus loaded the sniper

"The gunshots came from upstairs!""Upstairs? It has to be Cyrus!""At that distance? That was not a handgun. That was a sniper rifle.""Good lord. One shot, one kill, from that far away? Cyrus is a sharpshooter."Everyone stared in shock as a cold wave of fear rolled through the crowd. With marksmanship like that, killing any of them would be as easy as crushing an ant.Their minds filled in the rest, convinced Cyrus had to be some hidden special-forces professional living in the city. How else could his shooting be that terrifying?"Yeah, we better keep listening to him.""Absolutely. The only reason we're alive is because he has not gotten angry."Imagination could be a dangerous thing. Their fear of Cyrus had already climbed to new heights.And they were not the only ones rattled. Those shots had jolted the entire neighborhood awake. The rifle had no suppressor, but anyone who knew even a little about firearms could tell the sound had not come from a pistol.In a world wh