All Chapters of The Apocalypse Hoarder: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Vincent was an outsider, but in his previous life, he had died even more miserably than Cyrus. The rich heir had been too flashy, flaunting his wealth in the group chat to buy supplies. He had painted a target on his own back. Back then, his family's home had been among the first to be broken into.Cyrus' road of revenge had finally ended. Nothing weighed on his mind anymore. The world felt cleaner, sharper. Even breathing came easily.Cyrus let out a long, satisfied breath. "Ahh, this feels good."From this moment on, no one left in Cervusa Residence posed a threat to him. The days ahead were meant to be enjoyed.That was assuming he and Vincent first dealt with Severin's so-called doomsday bunker, the one rumored to withstand even an H-bomb. After that, he would leave this place behind and erase his trail for good.Cyrus slung the assault rifle across his back and headed home.Before entering Kenneth's sickroom, he carefully wore an expression of grief."Kenneth, I've got some

The entire complex lay in deathly silence.In a single sweep, Cyrus had wiped out most of the population, especially anyone inclined toward violence. Those who remained posed little threat now. At least, none posed a threat to him.A few residents peeked through their windows, watching him in secret, fear shining in their eyes."Is Cyrus coming to kill us next?"Terror spread through the buildings. His destination was obvious and deliberate: Building 18, the one that preached "harmonious living."The realization nearly scared the residents of Building 18 to death. More than 60 people were still alive inside. Those who had died had frozen or succumbed to complications. Brandon, an idealist, had somehow managed to keep his principles intact until now.That was exactly why Cyrus had spared Building 18 earlier.Cyrus stopped at the entrance and fired two shots into the air. "Come out, Brandon."Before long, Brandon emerged. His frame was short and thin, dark circles carved deep ben

With the last thread of hope gone, Brandon's face dimmed. He liked to talk about "where there is life, there is hope," but in their current situation, surviving much longer was clearly unrealistic.Cyrus looked at him and spoke without warning. "In the end, you live or die by your own hands. Still, you did move me a little. You reminded me that even in the apocalypse, traces of human decency remain."He paused, then added with a light tone, "So don't say I gave you no chance."Cyrus reached into the oversized pocket of his coat with deliberate flair and rummaged inside. After a moment, he withdrew a bag of corn seeds and tossed it onto the ground.He kept searching. Wheat, rice, beans, potatoes, sweet potatoes, and more than a dozen other varieties of seeds and tubers spilled out and landed at Brandon's feet."This is your opportunity," Cyrus said calmly. "You can try growing food to keep yourselves alive. Or you can eat them directly. Do whatever you want. This is as far as I wil

Cyrus narrowed his eyes to thin slits. A flicker of killing intent flashed through them. "Hand it over. Now. You are not hiding something from me, are you?""No. Of course not. It is just… I just…" Cold sweat streamed down Vincent's forehead. His gaze darted around the room, and his right hand rose instinctively to cover his pocket.Cyrus did not bother arguing. He drew his black handgun and pressed the muzzle against Vincent's forehead. "So talking nicely does not work, huh?"Vincent panicked at once. "Cyrus, do not shoot. Do not shoot. I did say a few bad things about you to Severin, but that was only to mislead him. I did not mean any of it."Cyrus's patience snapped. His voice dropped. "Give it to me."Vincent no longer dared to stall. His hands shook as he pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and passed it over."It is out of battery," he muttered, making one last feeble attempt to resist.Cyrus glanced at the screen. The battery really was drained. That came as no surprise.

"But inside the bunker, there are tear gas and anesthetic gas dispersal systems," Vincent added. "And in the entrance corridor, there are high-temperature flame jets."As he spoke, he cast a nervous glance at Cyrus. "That part is the most dangerous. Severin demonstrated it for us before. He threw a chicken inside, and within one second, it was fully cooked."They say that the moment it activates, the entire passage turns into a massive oven. The temperature can spike to 1,800°C. Forget people. Even steel would melt."Cyrus listened with intense focus and did not miss a single word.The moment Vincent finished speaking, Cyrus began to map the bunker in his mind, sketching out a rough blueprint.While Cyrus thought, Vincent did not dare speak again. He remained kneeling, silent and obedient, waiting.After a while, Cyrus reached under the coffee table, pulled out a pen and paper, and began to draw.His first consideration was his own safety. No matter how tempting Severin's bunker