Apocalypse : Transmigrated With Milf System-Chapter 25: Anya : Her Troubles

From a high vantage point, atop a crumbling building overlooking the chaos Ruel had unleashed, two figures watched the scene unfold.

The first woman, clad in practical, utilitarian clothing, stood with a rigid posture, her expression neutral, almost calculating.

Her name was likely someone practical, Emily.

Beside her stood the second woman.

Anya, She possessed a mature figure, curves honed by years of hardship and leadership, and an undeniable allure.

Her face, framed by dark, flowing hair, held a complex mix of emotions: wariness, a flicker of something akin to lust, and a deep-seated bitterness.

The first woman spoke, her voice low and steady, in contrast to the screams echoing below.

"Madam," she said, her gaze fixed on Ruel, who stood amidst the carnage,

"look at that man. He possesses... extraordinary power."

"If we could get him on our side, he would definitely change the balance of power in this base."

"We could change the equilibrium of power to our side and consolidate our position."

"Then we could wait for the Boss to recover."

Anya watched Ruel, her eyes narrowed, her expression conflicted.

She couldn't deny the raw power he exuded, the sheer dominance he displayed.

It was a power that both intrigued and terrified her. "You're right, Elara," she murmured, her voice a husky whisper. "He's... remarkable."

"But" she pressed on, with a conflicting tone.

"He has everything."

"He has a warship RV, a woman... resources, and.." What could we offer him to make him want to help us? To settle down in this... this small base?

Emily continued "and he also has supernatural powers just like... that Guy...!"

A shadow crossed Anya's face, her eyes hardening with a cold fury. "Don't speak his name," she hissed, her voice laced with venom.

"That thing... the one who put my husband in a coma... like this."

"God gave such powers to an ungrateful bastard like him..."

"He destroyed everything. I will never trust anyone like him."

She looked back at Ruel, her expression a battleground of conflicting emotions.

He was powerful, undeniably.

He could be an asset, a weapon.

But could she trust him? Could she risk bringing another monster into their midst?

The memory of her husband, broken and unmoving, flashed before her eyes.

"We need power," Anya said finally, her voice resolute despite the turmoil within. "But we need to be careful. Very careful."

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Anya watched Ruel from her vantage point, her mind racing as the echoes of the carnage faded.

A grim satisfaction began to stir within her, a cold comfort amidst the turmoil.

"At least he killed their sons", she thought, a dark twist to her usual composure.

"Those vipers, those power-hungry bastards who dared to undermine me while my husband lies helpless... "

"This will definitely reach their ears, and i wonder what their expression would be"

She imagined the scene: the bodies of their sons, their precious heirs, lying broken and lifeless, a direct consequence of Ruel's actions.

She could almost hear their enraged howls, their impotent fury. A small, twisted smile touched her lips.

"Let's see what happens now," she mused, her eyes narrowing as she observed Ruel's every move.

"Will he continue his rampage? Will he slaughter them all, painting this base red with their blood? Or will they try to negotiate?"

Her gaze lingered on Ruel, on the chilling serenity in his posture, the casual cruelty in his every gesture.

A shiver ran down her spine, a mixture of fear and a strange, morbid fascination.

If anyone's going to be doing the negotiating, she concluded, a hard edge to her thoughts, it'll be those bastards.

"He doesn't strike me as a man who enjoys polite conversation. He has the face of a predator. And they're about to become his prey."

The thought brought a cold sense of anticipation.

This could be the catalyst she needed, the spark that ignited the powder keg of unrest within the base. Let them be afraid.

Let them tremble. Perhaps, in the face of such overwhelming power, they would finally unite... or destroy each other.

Either way, Anya would be watching, waiting, ready to seize any advantage.

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Anya watched as Ruel finished his brutal work, the last of the screams fading into an unsettling silence.

She couldn't tear her gaze away, a strange mix of horror and morbid fascination holding her captive.

Beside her, Elara stood equally still, her usually composed face pale with shock.

Then, as if sensing their scrutiny, Ruel turned his head.

His eyes, dark and intense, swept across the scene, and for a heart-stopping moment, locked onto their position.

Anya and Elara froze, their breath catching in their throats.

They hadn't expected him to be so... aware. His senses were clearly far beyond human.

A wave of unease washed over Anya.

And then, he smiled.

It wasn't a friendly smile.

It was a slow, deliberate curve of his lips, a chillingly casual acknowledgment of their presence.

It sent a shiver down Anya's spine, a primal fear that this man was not to be trifled with.

Elara gasped softly, her hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of her hidden blade.

"He saw us," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Anya didn't reply, her mind racing.

This changes everything. He's not just a powerful survivor; Even his instincts are so sharp.

Meanwhile, Ruel, having made eye contact, turned his attention back to the immediate situation,

but not before a flicker of interest crossed his face. 'Looking from that main building? Interesting. Someone important, perhaps?'

Ruel flickered his eyes and his Clayovorance skill activated.

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[Target 1: Anya]

Status: Human Survivor

Role: Leader (Acting) - Eagle Base

Relationship to Deceased: Wife of Comatose Leader

Threat Level: Low

Speciality: Possesses strong leadership qualities, but struggling to maintain control. Shows signs of stress and desperation. Aware of internal power struggles.

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[Target 2: Emily]

Status: Human Survivor

Role: Advisor/Guard - Eagle Base

Relationship to Deceased: Unknown

Threat Level: Low

Speciality: Highly skilled and loyal. Extremely protective of Anya. Observant and cautious.

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Ruel, having processed the information, looked towards the building where Anya and Elara were watching.

He met Anya's gaze directly, his expression unreadable for a moment.

Then, slowly, deliberately, he formed the words with his lips, mouthing them clearly: "I will come for you."

Anya and Elara both saw it.

The predator's promise, the chilling certainty in his gesture, sent a fresh wave of unease through them.

It wasn't a threat, not exactly, but it was a clear declaration of intent.

"He... he mouthed something," Elara whispered, her hand tightening on her blade.

Anya's heart pounded in her chest.

She didn't reply, her mind racing, trying to decipher his intentions.

Was it a threat? A promise of help? Or something else entirely?

Ruel, having delivered his silent message, turned away from the window and strode back towards the RV Battleship.

He entered the vehicle, the doors hissing shut behind him, sealing him off from the chaos outside.

Inside, the transition from the brutal scene outside to the relative safety of the RV was jarring.

As Ruel stepped through the entrance, he was met with an unexpected obstacle.

A large, soft mound of flesh was pressed against his face, and a hand was wrapped firmly around his head, pulling him closer.

For a disoriented moment, he couldn't quite process what was happening. T

hen, the scent of Mei Feng, and the feel of her body, registered.

He realized she was clinging to him, her face buried in his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tighter, feeling her tremble against him.

He heard her sobbing, her voice muffled and thick with tears.

"Sorry, Ruel... I'm so sorry, dear... I couldn't handle such a simple situation..."

Mein sobbed as she held onto him.

"Haah... you dont have to feel...guilty"

"I know what kind of poeple they were, they definitely wouldn't let you leave, in a situation like that."

"It was of best decision for not opening the gate"

He paused, his expression softening. "But it's over now. Those bastards won't be bothering us again."

He held her gaze for a long moment, letting his words sink in.

Then, he pulled her in for a deep, lingering kiss.

A kiss that conveyed not just passion, but also comfort, reassurance, and a fierce protectiveness.