Lust System: Harem In Two Different Timelines-Chapter 118: This Is The Apocalypse

After ransacking all the food and water from the store, Francis and Susan sneaked out with smug expressions on their faces.

They carefully hid the food and water in another store, then each carried a small bag of supplies and climbed up the elevator shaft.

Unbeknownst to them, several pairs of cold eyes watched their furtive movements from the dark corners.

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"So you’re saying... Sophia and the others found a warehouse on basement level 1?"

Blake casually picked up the backpack Susan handed over, took a sip of water from a bottle, and flashed a greedy, triumphant smile.

"Y... yes! They actually thought we were there to join them. They even told us the route! From what they said, there seems to be a lot of food and water down there! Enough to last all of us for months! As soon as they went down, we came straight to report to you."

Francis bowed obsequiously as he delivered the news.

"Hahahaha... You didn’t disappoint me. Looks like keeping that bitch Sophia around was the right move! Once we get our hands on those supplies, I’m gonna personally reward our dear Officer Sophia with my cock, hahahaha..."

A vicious grin spread across Blake’s face as he fondled the gun at his waist, then groped Susan’s tits approvingly. "You two did well. This is a big contribution. Consider this food your reward."

"Also, old man, as a special treat, you can fuck this slut Susan, hahahaha!"

With that, Blake waved over the three underlings who were tormenting the married couple. "You three, gather everyone here!"

Soon, everyone on the rooftop huddled together fearfully, terrified that Blake was about to do something twisted again.

Blake smirked, relishing the fear and submission in their eyes. It made him feel superior.

Clearing his throat, he roughly pulled a young woman from the crowd and kneaded her breasts as he addressed the group with an air of authority, "Someone found us a shitload of food. Now, all of you, get your backpacks and bags ready. We’re going down to get it! Anyone who comes back with too little gets no food for three days!"

Under Blake’s lead, the group nervously but excitedly gathered their bags and descended to the third-floor entrance of the freight elevator.

Seeing the elevator doors had been forcibly pried open, Blake grew even more convinced of Francis and Susan’s story.

"Old man! Take two people down there and check it out! See if it’s really what they said!" Blake commanded, slapping Francis on the shoulder.

"Wha—? But... I’m just an old man... There are zombies down there..." Francis recoiled in fear, waving his hands pleadingly. "Blake, sir, how about sending him instead? He’s younger, and as long as we keep his wife hostage, he won’t dare try anything!"

Francis pointed at the numb-faced married couple trailing behind them, begging Blake for mercy.

Slap! A sharp crack echoed as Blake backhanded Francis hard enough to nearly knock him over.

Pressing his gun to Francis’s head, Blake sneered, "Shut the fuck up, old man. I said go down, so go down. Don’t make me repeat myself."

Seeing Blake meant business, Francis reluctantly picked two trembling middle-aged women and cautiously climbed down the elevator shaft.

"You, follow them and keep an eye on things," Blake ordered the scar-faced man behind him.

The scar-faced man took a pistol from Blake, tucked it into his waistband, and reluctantly followed the trio down.

With that settled, Blake beckoned the terrified married couple forward. He forced the man to kneel on all fours, then sat comfortably on his back. Undoing his pants, he yanked the woman’s hair and shoved his filthy cock into her mouth, groaning in pleasure.

"Fucking slut, since we’ve got time to kill, suck it good. If you do well, I’ll reward you with a mouthful of milk."

The two men behind Blake immediately got inspired. They pulled two young women from the crowd, dropped their pants, and forced the women to suck their dicks, mimicking Blake’s actions.

The tense atmosphere quickly dissolved into debauchery.

Not long after, with a series of hollow crawling sounds coming from the elevator shaft, a flashlight beam shone up from below.

The scar-faced man climbed out of the elevator shaft and nodded at Blake. "There really is a warehouse down there. I had the three of them scout around, and they didn’t find any traces of zombies. The warehouse must have a lot of supplies. I found some scattered sausages and instant noodles at the entrance! There should be plenty of food inside!"

As he spoke, the scar-faced man took out several packs of sausages and a cup of instant noodles from his backpack and handed them to Blake.

"What? There are sausages and instant noodles down there?!"

"Great! Now we won’t starve! This is amazing!"

"Long live Lord Blake! Lord Blake is truly our savior!"

"This is perfect! We’re saved! I always said following Lord Blake was the right choice!"

"That’s right! Only Lord Blake can lead us to survival. Lord Blake is the best leader, a hundred times better than that idiot Rick!"

The crowd behind them grew excited when they saw the sausages and instant noodles the scar-faced man pulled from his backpack, gathering around eagerly. Some, driven by hunger, even drooled.

While cheering enthusiastically, they didn’t forget to flatter Blake, praising him as if he were a messiah.

It was as if everything Blake and his men had done to them before had been acts of kindness.

Every face wore an ingratiating smile, every expression feigned admiration.

"Good!"

Blake excitedly stood up, stuffing his limp, saliva-covered cock back into his pants, then waved at the expectant crowd behind him.

"All of you motherfuckers better get ready. Once we’re down there, grab food and drinks first! Whatever you take, hand it over to the supply depot! If any of you dares to hide anything, I’ll fucking shoot you first!"

With that, Blake took the lead, gripping his gun as he climbed down the elevator shaft.

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At the same time, inside the warehouse’s monitoring room, Yasin and the others, including Sophia, sat on office chairs, watching the surveillance footage with cold smiles.

"Sophia, do you see that? Your trust and mercy toward them are still repaid with betrayal."

Yasin’s gaze was icy as he watched the surveillance feed showing Susan and Francis leading Blake and the others through the darkness with flashlights, cautiously making their way toward the warehouse.

"Despicable! Shameless!"

Kory slammed his fist on the table, furious. "I knew these two bitches were vile, but I never imagined they’d sell us out so quickly! After what Blake did to them... after how well Officer Sophia treated them! Why?!"

"I always knew Susan and Francis couldn’t be trusted. These flip-floppers were definitely sent by Blake to spy on us!" Clarissa spat hatefully.

"It’s my fault... I just... couldn’t bear to see them abused like that by Blake... but I truly never thought these people could be so shameless! So ungrateful! This time, I’ve doomed everyone!"

Sophia’s eyes turned cold, her fists clenched so tightly her entire body trembled with rage.

Yasin patted Sophia’s shoulder, slowly standing up from his chair. As he watched Blake and the others enter the warehouse on the screen, he spoke solemnly.

"Sophia, you must remember, this is the apocalypse. There are no laws, no morals, no conscience or bottom line. Everyone just wants to survive, even if it means abandoning love, family, dignity, or freedom! Under the test of life and death, nothing is reliable! Only true strength can make others truly loyal to you. You must discard all your previous beliefs and adapt to this apocalyptic world as quickly as possible. Only then can you outlive others and have a better chance of seeing hope."

"They respected you before, they feared you, only because you had a gun, because you could give them food and protect their safety. Now, you’ve voluntarily given up your gun and thrown away the resources you controlled. To them, you’ve completely lost your value! Your mercy toward these people is cruelty to those who follow and believe in you."

"Think carefully. This time, if we hadn’t been prepared, what would have happened to all of us?" Yasin finished, lightly flicking the switch for the lights.

"Do you really think Blake and his men didn’t touch you, Clarissa, Elena, or Miara because they still respected or feared you? They just thought you might still have some use!"

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