The Apocalypse Hoarder のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 231 - チャプター 240

Cyrus cleared his throat. "All right. Where were we? I have dug two pits for them. The first is limited rations. Ten shares per building. That ensures the food is never enough."You know the saying. People do not fear having too little. They fear unfairness. When I hand out those supplies, everyone will see it."But once each building's leader carries the food back and refuses to distribute it evenly, what do you think will happen inside those buildings?"Kenneth caught on this time. "They will start fighting among themselves."Cyrus nodded. "Exactly. They will tear each other apart. The ones who receive nothing will fall from hope into even deeper despair. That kind of pain is worse than death."Before this, everyone starved together, so at least there was fairness in suffering. Even if some died first, the people who survived them would freeze or starve soon enough."A lazy smile curved Cyrus' lips. "But once they discover that ten people per building receive a stable food supp

If Cyrus lost, the price would be his life. When life and death were on the line, carelessness was not an option.Zoey's phone had already been confiscated. Whenever Cyrus left the house, he locked her inside her small room and forbade her from stepping outside.Yet Zoey possessed an extraordinary ability to adapt. She was intelligent and clear-headed. She knew what should be done and what should never be done.At the very least, she never challenged Cyrus' authority. Whatever he ordered, she carried out quietly and obediently. She was the maid. Cyrus was the master. A master's command was absolute.At that moment, Zoey was practicing yoga in her room.A pink camisole clung to her upper body and rose and fell with each graceful movement. The fabric looked so thin and taut that one might wonder how long it could withstand the weight it held.Below it, brown yoga pants traced the flawless lines of her legs. She held a clean, elegant split across the floor. Her smooth calves and ful

The residents had long grown accustomed to it. No one even thought something was wrong with the building leaders who stood around doing nothing while enjoying the largest share of the resources.The only person still working in silence, like a real manager, was Brandon. Unlike the others, who looked cheerful and relaxed, Brandon wore a tense expression. He kept his head down and shoveled snow with fierce, mechanical force, his pace unchanged from start to finish.At that moment, Cyrus descended the stairs, fully armed. He surveyed the scene below, a faint curl touching his lips.From a distance, Tony from the neighboring block waved enthusiastically. "Yo, Cyrus! Heading out to look for supplies?" He raised two fingers as well, a reminder not to forget the promised cigarettes.Cyrus smiled easily. "Yeah. Since everyone's working so hard, I can't slack off either. Don't worry. I won't forget your cigarettes."From another direction, Marco from Building 21 shouted, "Cyrus, can you ha

Cyrus roughly gauged the amount of work completed. Given their lack of food and warm clothing, even this much shoveling must have cost them at least two or three hours of hard labor."Not bad. Working that long under those conditions, their stamina must be nearly gone. I really want to see their faces when, after a full day of exhausting work, they realize the promised food never arrives. That moment of despair, and the madness that follows." His voice remained cold, as though he were commenting on something entirely unrelated to himself.He pulled out his phone and called Kenneth, Rowan, and Callum, telling them to bring people downstairs.The three arrived soon after, armed as usual. When they saw the massive pile of supplies Cyrus had brought back, they nearly jumped out of their skin."Cyrus, where did you get that much food?"Their eyes brimmed with disbelief.In the past, Cyrus had brought back only around 30 portions a day. Now he had nearly ten times that amount.Some pe

"Go cook something, will you? Add extra meat. I've been burning through a lot of energy lately," Cyrus said.Zoey nodded, her smile bright. "Alright. I'll make braised pork today."She skipped into the kitchen, every bit the image of a gentle, dutiful little wife.…While Cyrus enjoyed the comforts of home, the other building leaders also received whatever food their men had brought back.Each of them stared at the plastic bag in front of them, expressions drifting from blank to openly disappointed.Ten portions of food for an entire building barely met the minimum for a single day. The whole allotment fit inside one plastic shopping bag.In the Mad Wolves' territory, Marco brushed past the underlings crowding around him and lunged forward, tearing the bag open.He rummaged through it until his fingers closed around a pack of cigarettes. His eyes lit up at once, as if he had unearthed a priceless treasure.He was not alone. Every man around him froze. Pupils dilated, and throa