All Chapters of The Apocalypse Hoarder: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

A shrew like Linda thrived on shouting matches, but Cyrus had neither the time nor the patience to trade insults with her. Blocking her had been the cleanest solution.That single action nearly made Linda's lungs burst with rage."This damned Cyrus!" Time and again, he defied her, trampling her "authority" and grinding her self-proclaimed dignity into the dirt. She styled herself the leader of the community. How could she possibly endure such humiliation?"Cyrus, you bastard! I could kill you!" Linda roared.Unfortunately for her, venting was all she could do. In truth, she could barely keep herself and her grandson alive. There was no way she could truly move against him.She thought about kicking Cyrus out of the community chat group. The more she considered it, the more pointless it seemed. It would not harm him in the slightest.Then she considered rallying the neighbors to denounce him collectively. But if she did that, everyone would learn that Cyrus had refused to hand ove

Jack was already running out of patience. This old hag really did not know her place. How dare she try to brush him off with excuses?He roared into the phone, "You old hag, don't you dare push your luck! You've stuffed all those supplies into your own pockets, haven't you? I'll tell you this—if you hand them over nicely, I'll let it slide. Otherwise, I'll just come and take them myself!"Linda turned pale with fright, her lips trembling. She was at a complete loss for words.She was always the type to bully the weak and fear the strong. She lorded over ordinary residents with arrogance and cruelty, but when it came to someone like Jack, she had no idea how to deal with him.She forced herself to sound tough. "What are you trying to do? I'm warning you, don't mess around! I'm a member of the Neighborhood Committee!"Jack only laughed harder. "What bullshit is that? You really think you're important? If you don't hand it over, I'll come to your door and take it myself!"With that,

Cyrus lounged on his imported sofa with a faint smile and exhaled slowly. With a casual tap, he sent the video he had recorded straight to the residents' chat group.Inside the group, neighbors who had been scammed by Linda were still furiously cursing her. The moment Cyrus' video appeared, the chat fell silent, then erupted.The footage showed Jack leading his gang to smash open Linda's door, beating her and her grandson until they were bloodied, and carrying off all the supplies she had tricked others into giving her.The neighbors erupted in delight.[Hahaha, serves that liar right!][Jackhammer is so fierce! That's exactly how you deal with people like her. Swift and merciless!][That's the price a con artist pays!][Heh, went in to hustle and ended up losing more than she gained. What a joke!]Those who had lost their own food to Linda knew Jack would never return a single crumb. Still, seeing her beaten half to death was satisfaction enough.Some went further, treating J

In the past, nobody paid much attention to the aloof doctor, Zoey. Now, with death lurking at every corner, everyone scrambled to flatter her, desperate to secure her favor.Cyrus, as always, remained silent in the group chat, observing events unfold with calm detachment.Diana had not contacted him in days. He relished the peace, fully aware that this vixen would return when it suited her.She avoided him now for one simple reason: vanity. Diana had always considered herself a goddess, too exalted to bow to an ordinary man. She had no trouble lowering herself before wealthy ones, though.But what about later? The snow still fell relentlessly, burying the entire first floor. Leaving the neighborhood was impossible, and even stepping past the front gate meant wading through 15 feet of snow. Supplies would run out soon enough, and when they did, a two-faced girl like Diana would certainly come knocking on Cyrus' door.…It had been a full seven days since the onset of the Frostfall

The helpless young mother broke down and sobbed uncontrollably. With a nine-month-old baby in her arms, she could barely care for herself, let alone a child who could not feed on her own.Fragments of his past life flickered in Cyrus' mind. He remembered Chloe. His impression of her had never been strong. She had always worn the mask of a frail, pitiable mother, surviving the Frostfall by trading pity for food and milking sympathy.However, something about her did not add up.Cyrus recalled clearly that she and her daughter had survived for a long time. In his previous life, they had done better than many.His gaze sharpened. This woman was not as simple as she appeared. Beneath the pastel-colored pity lay darkness. After his death, Cyrus was certain she had been among those who had carved up his body and shared in the feast.In the Frostfall, compassion was a luxury. Playing saint was the fastest way to get yourself killed. He said nothing. He simply watched Chloe's messages with