One night passed."Honey—" Celine rolled over and reached to hug Ray, but grasped only empty air. She didn't fully wake, only murmuring softly, her breathing steady and calm.Ray, meanwhile, sat by the window. Early to bed, early to rise—it had become a habit.What to do today? Ah, the happy troubles of life.If he were anyone else, waking up would mean immediately thinking about meals, scrounging for supplies. But Ray had no worries about food or drink. His concern was how to kill time… and, of course, how to get stronger.Not for the sake of strength itself—it was simply to safeguard the life he currently enjoyed.'Maybe I should go scavenge fuel again…'He considered it. But now, with factions rising and fuel elevated to the status of strategic resources, every group was hoarding it alongside food. Collecting fuel was no longer easy.Fortunately, at the start of the apocalypse, he had cleared out numerous gas stations. The manor's heating ran mostly on the boiler, which burn
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