"Dr. Hayes!"
Nathan Thorne lay on the bed, looking at Dr. Hayes with immense anxiety.
"Youâre not actually going to dissect me for research, are you?"
Dr. Hayesâs face was originally expressionless, but after hearing Nathanâs words, their expression suddenly became cryptic.
"Well, if you want me toâ"
"I donât!" Nathan Thorne hurriedly shook his head. "I donât want that at all!"
Dr. Hayes reverted to their deadpan expression. "It wouldnât matter if you wanted to. I donât have that particular... fetish. Though I could find someone for youâ"
"No, thanks! No, thanks!" Nathan Thorne finally relaxed. "I donât have that fetish either! Iâm not done living yet!"
"Then shut up," Dr. Hayes said, a little impatiently. "Iâm very busy. I donât have time to listen to your nonsense."
Nathan Thorne, who had been chattering nonstop just a moment ago, immediately clamped his mouth shut.
âItâs not like I wanted to talk so much!â
âItâs because I was scared, wasnât it?â
That was just his personality. The more scared he got, the more he talked.
But he wasnât as scared now, so he could probably keep it down a bit.
General Aldridge stood outside the window. Although he couldnât hear what was being said inside, just by watching the changes in their expressions, he knew Nathan Thorne had to be spouting nonsense. Otherwise, Dr. Hayes wouldnât look so irritated.
He had known Dr. Hayes for a long time; he was all too familiar with the doctorâs personality.
Most of the time, Dr. Hayes was completely expressionless.
To Dr. Hayes, even making a facial expression was a waste of time.
If it werenât for Nathan Thorneâs excessive blabbering, Dr. Hayes would never have made that kind of face.
âGetting an emotional reaction out of Dr. Hayes... Nathan Thorne is really something else!â
Thinking this, General Aldridge couldnât help but chuckle.
âWhat an... interesting little guy!â
-
ăThe Cannery.ă
After being reinforced time and time again by the Gold Ability Users, the warehouse had completely transformed.
Before, it had just looked like a normal warehouse.
But now, it looked more like some kind of steel behemoth.
Outside, sand and wind raged, plunging the world into a dusky gloom where nothing was visible.
Though it wasnât as bright as day inside the warehouse, there were a few scattered lights dotting the space.
Because it couldnât be ventilated, the air inside was stuffy and carried a faint smell of dust and sand.
But the people who lived here had gotten used to it over time.
In fact, they no longer even noticed the smell.
Human habituation isnât always a good thing.
But in certain situations, it could be.
Inside the most comfortably furnished partitioned room, Autumn Lynch lay languidly in a manâs arms.
The man was shirtless, his muscular upper body completely exposed.
Autumn Lynch shifted onto her side, draping herself over the man, her slender, pale fingers lightly tracing circles on his chest.
"Felix, do you think weâll just stay in this cannery forever?"
Felix Foley raised an eyebrow. "Why do you ask? Are you thinking of going back to the base? Want to find that lover of yours?"
"Felix! What are you saying! How could that loser possibly compare to you? What I meant was... staying at the cannery forever, weâre only just scraping by. Life isnât exactly comfortable. If we could move somewhere else, maybe we could live better!"
Felix Foley let out a long sigh. "Who doesnât want a more comfortable life! But you know the situation at the base better than I do. If we really went there, would we be able to live this comfortably?"
It was a bit dark, and life wasnât very convenient, but at least they had plenty of space!
He couldnât stand the thought of going to the base and being crammed into the same room with other people.
Besides, if they really went to the base, theyâd have to listen to someone elseâs orders.
Here, he was the boss. Everyone listened to him.
âGive up being the boss to go be someoneâs lackey?â
âHe wasnât an idiot!â
Even before the apocalypse, life was full of trade-offs, let alone in the current situation.
He hadnât gotten this far on luck alone!
He had a brain, too!
He had known for a long time that you canât have your cake and eat it too.
Hearing Felix Foleyâs words, Autumn Lynch understood his thinking, but she wasnât ready to give up.
Her eyes darted, and Autumn Lynch spoke again. "If our Superpowers werenât that strong, of course weâd have to be under someone elseâs thumb. But what if our Superpowers were stronger than everyone elseâs? Who would dare to boss us around then? This is the apocalypse nowâthe one with the strongest Superpower calls the shots! Right, Felix?"
"Thatâs easy for you to say, but leveling up a Superpower is no simple task."
To level up a Superpower, you need Crystal Cores.
But where were they supposed to get Crystal Cores so easily?
Every fight against an Aberrant Beast was a life-or-death gamble.
You never knew when your luck might run out.
Autumn Lynch lowered her gaze, a flash of contempt in her eyes.
âThis man might as well have the words "cowardly and afraid of death" tattooed on his forehead.â
He was unwilling to do anything that involved danger.
"Felix, Iâm not finished! Donât be so hasty!"
Felix Foley looked at Autumn Lynch with renewed interest. "Then by all means, tell me."
Autumn Lynch gave him a seductive smile. "Killing Aberrant Beasts is hard, of course, and the risk is high. But what about killing zombies? Especially newly turned ones! Their Crystal Cores might be low-level, but we can make up for quality with quantity. As long as there are enough of them, wonât the effect be the same?"
"Easy for you to say!" Felix Foley scoffed. "And where am I supposed to find that many zombies? You think killing them is like slicing melons? That theyâll just stand there obediently and let you kill them?"
It wasnât like heâd never fought zombies before.
Newly turned zombies werenât very strong, true.
But give them a little time, and they would grow quickly, their attack power and lethality increasing dramatically.
Killing a lot of zombies was hardly any easier than killing an Aberrant Beast.
âThis woman, Autumn Lynch, just stays in the safe warehouse all day. She has no idea how dangerous it is out there. Sheâs just talking big without a care in the world.â
Felix Foley was getting impatient. He pushed Autumn Lynch away, sat up, and started to get dressed.
Autumn Lynch didnât seem to mind being pushed away. She just smiled and sidled up to him again. "Felix, wild zombies are hard to deal with, of course. But what about... domesticated ones?"
"Itâs the middle of the day. Are you still dreaming?" Felix Foley frowned impatiently. "What domesticatedâ"
Before he could finish, Felix Foleyâs eyes widened in disbelief.
He thought he understood what Autumn Lynch was implying!
Seeing his reaction, Autumn Lynch knew he understood. She hurried to say with a smile, "Felix, arenât there still quite a few survivors in the residential area near the cannery? Weâve been supporting them for so long. Isnât it about time they repaid us?"