All Chapters of The Apocalypse Hoarder: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

"Hmph. Then don't blame me. Everyone's barely surviving. Nobody's feeding freeloaders!"..."Mr. White, you said yesterday you'd give us food…""Psshh!""Heh. Anyone else want food? Stand up. Let me see who's bold enough. No? Good. Remember this. Letting you live is already the greatest charity I feel like giving you. Anyone who forgets that, I'll chop him up myself!"...Cyrus watched the chaos build and simply smiled. He knew the purge had begun.He and Zoey had kept breakfast simple. Spicy soup, fried dough sticks, and mini sandwiches. The soup came from a mix. The fried dough came from half prepared batter. Zoey had made the sandwiches by hand.Even with his pocket dimension stocked with gourmet meals, Cyrus still preferred her cooking. It felt grounding, almost tender, to watch a woman wearing nothing but an apron move around the kitchen early in the morning.They finished breakfast after 10:00 a.m. Cyrus set aside her lunch ration, locked her back in her room, and headed

Kenneth looked confused.Cyrus replied, "Last night was only the beginning. That conflict was limited to the building leaders and their ordinary residents. As long as the food distribution problem remains unresolved, one side will eventually be wiped out. One night is not enough for them to finish killing each other."The words sent a chill down Kenneth's spine. It was a tale as old as time. Offer temptation, then watch people destroy one another."Then what do we do next?"Cyrus answered calmly, "What does it have to do with us? Let them kill each other slowly."The timing was still wrong. He was in no hurry.…That afternoon, Cyrus returned and distributed food as usual. This time, he noticed that several buildings had sent different people. The familiar faces were gone.Clearly, the struggle over food had already reshaped the leadership in several buildings. To Cyrus, it made no difference. Whoever claimed the role of building leader, the agreement stayed the same.That nig

In front of Building 18, everything ran with precise order. Each group worked for ten minutes, then rotated out to rest while the next group took over. The coordination was clean and disciplined, far beyond anything Cyrus had expected to see in Frostfall.He found himself walking closer and stopped a short distance from Brandon to observe in silence.It did not take long for Brandon to notice him. He lifted his head, dark circles heavy beneath his eyes, his frame noticeably thinner than before. "Cyrus? What brings you here?"Cyrus did not answer. He swept his gaze across the people of Building 18. Hunger had drained the color from their faces, yet a faint light still lingered in their eyes.They were nothing like the residents of the other buildings, those hollow, numb, corpse-like figures who waited passively for death.An unfamiliar sense of appreciation stirred in Cyrus, followed by curiosity. He asked, "How did you manage this?"Brandon paused. "Manage what?"Cyrus replied,

The two men exchanged a glance. They had never gotten along, so each turned away and walked off.On the way back, Marco lowered his head, lost in thought. 'Why did Cyrus suddenly start treating me so well? He gives me cigarettes whenever I ask and even offers to bring liquor. Did I misunderstand him before?'He frowned and replayed the past in his mind. Before the Frostfall, he and Cyrus had no interaction at all. No grudges. No bad blood. After the world collapsed, he was the one who set things in motion. He had coveted Cyrus' snowmobile, sent people to steal it, and even ambushed Cyrus in the snow.Only after that had Cyrus retaliated against the Mad Wolves.Marco slapped his forehead. 'Oh hell. He wasn't being unfair at all. I started it! Cyrus is actually a decent guy. Someone I can vibe with.'A cruel grin slowly spread across his face. 'I like thick-skinned, straightforward people.'Meanwhile, Tony wrestled with a very different train of thought. 'Why did he suddenly warm u

Today, Cyrus deliberately chose food that looked far better than what he had brought on previous days, and he brought more of it as well."The last meal they ever get should at least look generous, right? Consider it my final act of mercy," Cyrus said lightly, almost cheerfully.When the pile was large enough, he reached into his pocket dimension and took out the rat poison he had collected earlier. It was colorless and odorless, and a single pinch was lethal. Today's food was half stale and already looked a little off, so no one would question anything sprinkled on top.Cyrus pulled out the gas mask he had taken from the military base and strapped it on. He dusted the poison over the food with slow, deliberate care and spent a full half hour finishing the job."Marco, Tony, those idiots will probably make someone test the food first. But cigarettes and liquor? They'll never share those. Not a chance." A faint sneer crossed his face. "A heavy smoker or an old drunk will put their v