The Apocalypse Hoarder의 모든 챕터: 챕터 371 - 챕터 380

Thorgan sat before his computer, his voice trembling with excitement. "I found it!"He pushed his glasses up his nose as his chubby body rocked from side to side.Cyrus was not skilled with computers. When he sent those messages, he had used no encryption at all. Tracing the IP addresses proved effortless.Thorgan quickly discovered that the hundreds of messages from the past two days came from only two IPs. Most of them originated from the same machine. Only one message used a different address.Following that trail made everything clear. "Cyrus Knovell. Volmart warehouse manager… Volmart warehouse…"A sharp glint flashed in Thorgan's eyes as his excitement surged. "The Volmart warehouse theft. Billions in supplies vanished overnight. I thought it was just thieves crying wolf. But now? This Cyrus is extremely suspicious."A shut-in nerd's imagination rarely lacked scale. Thorgan sprang to his feet, his heavy body pacing the room.After only a few steps, fatigue set in, and he c

Seeing the resolve on Easton's face, Thorgan felt a surge of regret. His good intentions had backfired."Grandpa, that man has guns," Thorgan said anxiously. "And he's an awakened ability user. If we go after him blindly, a lot of people will die. We still have stored food. We can survive for now. Is this really worth it?"Easton drew a deep breath and answered coldly, "What do you know? It's freezing. Nothing can be grown, and we're already burning through old stock. What happens when it runs out?"Our family needs to carry on the bloodline. Without food, how do you even dare have children?"He lifted his gaze to the sky, his expression heavy with weariness. "I've lived through disasters before. When things reach this point, you only protect your own. Stealing and killing become matters of survival. And survival is how the family continues."Thorgan tried to speak again.Easton shot him a sharp glare. "Enough. Stop talking. When the time comes, you follow orders. You're the best

Cyrus' instincts were the sharpest. The instant he heard the sound, he turned toward the window.Outside, the night was pitch-black. Nothing in the distance stood out.He rose without a sound. "I'll go take a look. You two keep eating."Zoey and Scarlett watched him stand and glanced outside as well. The darkness swallowed everything.Cyrus moved up to the second floor. The lights were off, and from outside the manor remained cloaked in shadow.He stopped at the window and raised his infrared binoculars. He swept the perimeter with practiced precision.Against the night, large patches of red heat signatures appeared. They crept forward and spread out, slowly tightening their encirclement around the manor.A smile tugged at the corner of Cyrus' mouth. "They're earlier than I expected."He already knew who they were. Only two days had passed. Only people from Willowford Town could move this fast, and only people this shortsighted would rush in without checking first."If you're

Willowford East had taken heavy losses. Wounded men lay everywhere. Some were still alive, but their pain felt worse than death.The worst cases were those with feet pierced through. They tried to rip the nail boards free to stop the bleeding.Only then did they learn the truth. The boards did not hold smooth spikes alone. Threaded screws were mixed in. The slightest pull made the threads tear through flesh like barbs, peeling meat away with brutal ease."How did it turn out like this?"No one had an answer. In every previous fight around Willowford Town, they had crushed their enemies. They had never known this kind of helplessness.Then someone finally spoke the thought no one wanted to admit. "Thorgan isn't here."The words hit like ice water. Everything fell into place.Thorgan, who controlled ice and snow, was a walking cheat code in this terrain. They were never strong on their own. They were strong because he existed.The squad leaders grimaced and ordered a temporary re

The men from Willowford East kept clearing traps as they pushed forward. They packed the snow down with thick slabs of ice, burying the nail boards beneath it.Cyrus spotted the flaw and logged it for later. Next time, he would make the field meaner.There were only two approaches to Cloudcrest Manor 101, the South Gate and the West Gate. They had all come from the south.Cyrus did not worry about them. They had no idea how brutal a real bunker could be. They thought it was nothing more than steel and concrete, and that mistake would kill them.He kept his eye to the scope and waited for the ice mutant.The storm showed no change. The wind did not surge, and the snow did not shift.Was the man waiting for the right moment to reveal himself, or had he never come at all? Cyrus frowned.Willowford Town was one large family. If the villagers had mobilized, the ability user should have helped. He should have cleared the snow or burned the traps. Maybe he had been injured during the l