Semua Bab The Apocalypse Hoarder: Bab 301 - Bab 310

Kallax shook like a leaf and jabbed a finger at Cyrus. "He actually said no! Does he even know how many people dream of taking a photo with me?"Jimmy patted Kallax as if soothing a frightened child, then spun around and began spewing venom. "Where did you two pieces of trash crawl out from? Do you even know where you are? Do you have any idea how wide the gap is between your status and ours?""This kind of opportunity is right in front of you, and you do not even know how to appreciate it. No wonder you will be bottom-feeders for the rest of your lives!"Jimmy was terrified that Cyrus and Vincent would leave. Their supplies were running low, and he could feel the clock pounding inside his ribs. He kept talking. He stepped forward and grabbed Cyrus by the sleeve, trying to stop him from walking away."I am telling you, since you showed up today, you have to give us some food! If you do not, you are not leaving!" Jimmy shouted, his voice ragged and close to breaking.Vincent sighed

Cyrus had no idea he had already become someone's last hope. His focus had sharpened to a razor edge. What lay ahead could easily turn into a fight to the death.It did not take long for the two of them to reach the area surrounding Cloudcrest Manor 101.Cyrus spotted it from far away.If Cloudcrest Manor was a luxury city for the rich, then Cloudcrest Manor 101 was its crown jewel. A black villa rose from the snow, constructed from an unknown material. The exterior had been painted to resemble an ordinary mansion, yet the metallic texture still bled through. It could not be fully concealed.White snow buried the roof, lending the structure a solemn yet extravagant air. It looked like a Nordic castle frozen in ice. At first glance, it appeared to be only two stories tall. In reality, it stood nearly twenty meters high. Even the front steps rose seven feet above the snowline.The moment Cyrus stepped within range, he deployed the door to his pocket dimension in front of him. The sp

Cyrus leaned against the wall and waited.Severin did exactly what Cyrus expected. He did not go straight for the kill. There were no high-temperature flamethrowers and no instant execution.Killing Cyrus held no real value for him.After a short while, the dark gold metal door slid open. Cyrus cracked his eyes a sliver. His right hand was already poised, fingers ready to draw and fire.Then he saw the face and froze. The person who walked in was not Severin.Cyrus cursed inwardly, Damn you, Vincent!'The intel Vincent had given him never mentioned anyone else inside the bunker. By Cyrus' logic, people facing this level of danger did not allow outsiders into their refuge unless they had endless supplies or helpers with genuine utility, people like Zoey or Kenneth.The man who entered was tall and powerfully built. He carried a cleaver-style knife in one hand, with a coil of rope hanging from his waist.Cyrus recognized him.For a time, Cyrus had seen this man constantly on tel

If not for the raised ridges, Cyrus would never have guessed that the wasteland had once been farmland.His curiosity grew as he moved deeper inside.Amid the Frostfall, the presence of such lush plants genuinely pleased him. The botanical area felt noticeably warmer than the living quarters. Ultraviolet lamps lined the ceiling and powered photosynthesis. Many of the plants had withered, their condition clearly the result of neglect. No one had maintained them for a long time.Cyrus continued on. It took more than 300 feet to reach the far end. There, he found something resembling a zoo. The animals were gone, but the cages remained. Faint traces of animal waste still clung to the floors."So this is a billion-dollar bunker," Cyrus muttered. "A miniature ecosystem."Even he felt the urge to marvel. This was what real money looked like.Ten years ago, these people had already planned for sustainability in every direction. The professional team behind the construction had been frig

"We also need real education and substance."Cyrus clapped twice. "Impressive. Then your relationships with upper-class men are not exactly innocent, are they?"The young women exchanged looks. The mature, sultry one spoke first. "Those things do happen. But we are not bad women. We have standards. We only get close when we believe the other person is worthy, and everything happens in a pleasant, consensual way."The high-fashion model added coolly, "My body is my choice. What era are you living in? Using that against us is just misogyny."The cute one puffed out her cheeks. "You're not allowed to be biased against us!"Cyrus laughed. "Oh. So you are still escorts."All three shouted at once, "We're not!"Cyrus waved a hand. "What difference does it make? Making money is not shameful these days. And if you can get into Severin's house, you are clearly top-tier. If society allowed it, someone should hand you awards."That finally broke the cute one. She glared at him and snapped