Last Ruler Of The Empty Throne-Chapter 49: Evolvers

It was confusing, but they couldn’t just ask about it, right? Still, they could do something else.

"Who is the leader?" the woman suddenly asked the group of thirty fighters.

As if it were planned, their gazes all turned to Jon, Jenny, and Cynthia, who were at the front. The pair looked at the three and scanned their levels again, still seeing that they were the weakest of the group.

"Haa... alright, you three, follow us," the man concluded, thinking this group was odd and wanting to get it over with.

The people inside would ultimately determine everything anyway. It wasn’t their business. The pair turned around and started moving toward the most luxurious building in the center.

Without wasting time, as they followed, Jon, Jenny, and Cynthia spread their senses to their surroundings while following them.

Jon, with his divine sense, was able to observe everything within the eleven buildings without any obstacles, but the girls were limited.

Fighters were stationed in various locations in the buildings. Although their levels were quite low, they were strong enough to handle unnecessary intrusions and kill zombies.

He could see maids—beautiful maids everywhere—and even attractive male servants. Some had visible scars on their faces and parts of their bodies. They looked like they had been tortured, but still wore smiles.

In various rooms, people were engaging in indecent activities with the maids and random people.’These people are sick,’ Jon thought, and canceled the skill. That was his only conclusion after observing all the buildings.

Not a single one of the eleven buildings was free from indecent activities. People were unleashing their darkest desires on survivors while leaving the "useless" at the camp’s entrance.

Divine sense was a useful skill, but it sometimes revealed too much. It was like seeing different things all at once, as if he were physically present in each place. But it had advantages, too. Despite the unpleasant sights, the scan wasn’t useless.

First, he saw a gathering of eleven people in the most luxurious building, likely the owners of the eleven buildings. They seemed to be in a meeting, and if he got closer, he could even listen to their conversation.

And beyond all that, he noticed something he hadn’t expected: a smithy.

Jon had been reading the introductory book by Mervil for a while, and he had been wanting to experiment with some of the techniques described.

And now, he finally had an opportunity. He also saw a lone old man just sitting in the smithy alone.’I’ll visit that place soon,’ he decided, snapping out of his thoughts as he heard the pair speaking to the guards at the luxurious building.

"We need to meet them. These are the leaders of the survivors who just arrived," Martha said, gesturing toward Jon’s group.

The guards looked behind and saw a handsome young man with two beautiful women beside him. When they noticed the trio’s relatively low levels, they looked at them with pity.

The guards might have wanted to admire the women, but they knew better. Jon, Jenny, and Cynthia narrowed their eyes, understanding the look in the guards’ gazes, after all, they’d already seen inside the buildings.

They were allowed to pass after that glance. The five of them entered the luxurious building, where they saw maids everywhere. The interior was brightly lit with a golden glow. It seemed this building was using the backup electricity.

Among the utilities that failed after the fall, electricity was one of the first to go. However, the country had already made plans and introduced something called ’backup electricity’. And it was something only the wealthy could afford. Since a lot of people couldn’t take care of themselves well, let alone afford backup, it was a luxury to them.

They climbed the stairs along the side, eventually reaching the top floor, which was lined with various doors. They headed straight for a set of double doors guarded by two hulking men.

"Stop," one of the men commanded as the group approached, focusing on the woman as if prompting her to explain.

"They’re the leaders of the survivors from the nearby university."

The guards’ eyes widened slightly, not expecting any survivors from there. But they quickly dismissed their surprise, nodding and tapping on the door lightly.

Creak...

The door was slowly opened by a beautiful young woman with long, flowing black hair. She wore a short skirt and high heels, the very image of a dream secretary. With a light smile, she let them all in.

"Captain Mordy, shouldn’t you be doing something else?" a fat, plump man said, glaring at the man opposite him.

"I have to be here to know what’s going on." Captain Mordy, a dark-skinned middle-aged man with a well-built stature, merely shrugged, seeming unbothered.

"You—" Just as the fat man was about to continue, the door to the conference room opened, and everyone turned their attention toward it.

This exchange of words was exactly what Jon, Cynthia, and Jenny had heard before entering.It seemed they were arguing about political positions while the world was on its last legs.

’Truly, these people are something,’ Jenny thought while looking without much surprise.She’d already been shocked by the activities around the leaders’ mansions, but this didn’t surprise her. And looking at Cynthia and Jon, they didn’t have as much as a change in their faces.

’What have they faced...’ Jenny shook her head and looked at the room.

The room matched what they had seen from outside, a luxurious conference room with chandeliers and a large glass table.

Eleven people sat around it, in charge of various sectors within the camp, with the one at the head as the overall leader.

"Greetings, leaders," the pair bowed their heads and greeted the table, though the leaders’ eyes were on Jon, Jenny, and Cynthia.

"Who are they?" the overall leader asked, pointing at Cynthia without looking away.

He was an old man with a beard and quite good-looking.

"They’re the leaders of the survivors from the university," the woman replied.

"University?" The leaders’ eyes widened in recognition—they knew of the university nearby and also its reputation for being "spoiled."

"No wonder." One of them licked his lips as he eyed Cynthia and Jenny. The leader meant to say, ’No wonder they looked like models,’ but he didn’t.

Jenny frowned slightly, uncomfortable with the obvious looks, though she wasn’t one to react aggressively. She knew she was attractive—after all, she was—and she wouldn’t get angry for being looked at. But these people weren’t trying to hide it. Their desires were dangerous.

Cynthia’s expression remained neutral, perhaps due to her confidence that they couldn’t harm her or because she had already decided their fate.

And as for Jon, he wasn’t even bothered. If they wanted to try him, they could start—and they would lose.

"They arrived with a bus full of food and provisions," the woman continued.

"Huhu, that’s good too," a middle-aged woman giggled and nodded, glancing at Jon.It was unknown whether she was replying to Martha’s words or Jon’s body.

The trio didn’t react to the blatant provocations, but they didn’t submit either. The leaders probably thought they were safe because of the strong evolvers—what the woman had called them—standing behind them.

"There were about thirty evolvers among them, some stronger than Lopez and me," the woman added. It turned out the male was named Lopez.

"Mhm... so why aren’t they here instead?" the head leader asked, puzzled. Noticing that the trio’s level was even lower than Lopez and Martha’s, he wondered why stronger people weren’t representing them—after all, the strongest ruled while the others followed.

"When I asked for the leaders, everyone looked at them," the woman replied, sharing only what she had observed.

"Mm, food and evolvers. Not bad for students." The head stroked his beard. "Treat them accordingly. Go."

And with that, Jon, Jenny, and Cynthia left the conference room.

A heavy silence filled the room after they left, as the leaders began contemplating ways to get what they wanted from the trio.

"Huhu..." Even the head leader stroked his beard, scheming.

"For your contributions to the camp, you will be treated accordingly along with the other evolvers," the woman explained once they were outside the leaders’ mansion and back by the buses.

Again, she made no mention of the other survivors.

"The food and provisions will be managed carefully. Please wait—someone will guide you to your lodgings." With that, she walked away, already speaking into her walkie-talkie to organize everything. But the man lingered, looking at Jon’s group with a hint of pity.

"Survive," he said—his only word of advice before walking away. His silence was notable; one could count on one hand the words he’d spoken since they’d arrived.

The evolvers among the survivors looked to the trio leaders with questioning expressions.

Trying to figure out what was said.

"They all have to die," Cynthia stated with a hardened expression.

"Mhm." Jenny nodded in agreement.

Then, they looked to Jon to see his response, but he didn’t respond. However, his murderous intent began leaking.

Everybody thought of one thing as they felt it:

’They’re so dead.’