Chapter Eighteen: Zombie Queen? Another Addition to the Harem!

The old Scorpion’s face was twisted with malice as he ground his teeth. His skill was body enhancement, boosting both his defense and offense. A single bullet hadn’t killed him earlier; as soon as he got back up, he was ready to retaliate. He kicked open the door with a furious momentum.

“I’ll show you—you’ve messed with the wrong person!”

As a silver-ranked expert, he truly was a king among men in the apocalypse. Relying on his body enhancement ability, he was unmatched throughout the factory. Otherwise, he could never have ruled over two bronze-rank fighters and a band of survivors. Yet, he never imagined his opponents would also be silver-ranked—three of them, no less.

Boom!

He’d barely opened the door when an armor-piercing round greeted him. This time, the bullet struck him squarely in the face, yellow light twisting violently. His teeth shattered, and he was thrown backward. The golden shield was formidable, but not invincible. After three consecutive attacks, it was on the verge of collapse.

Next, a barrage of ice spikes crashed into his chest. Bullets followed immediately after. Even more outrageous, a pack of zombies hurled themselves at him from the distance. As if coordinated, they pinned down his limbs.

“Damn it… What is this? Who the hell are you people?!”

Scorpion’s eyes bulged; he couldn’t move an inch. All he could do was watch helplessly as the attacks rained down, his face contorted in terror. In the next instant, the barrage shattered the yellow barrier. He didn’t even have time to fight back before losing consciousness.

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“Brother Gu Lang, why keep this old man alive? Wouldn’t it be easier to just kill him?” A moment later, a little girl poked at the bound old man with a chopstick.

The old man was tightly trussed up, an iron chain looped around his neck. He slowly regained consciousness and finally saw the room full of people.

“You lot!” He was about to curse, but quickly realized the situation and changed his tone immediately. “Esteemed masters, we’re all human here. Why tear each other apart?”

Yu Qiuchi smiled lightly. “Who says we’re the same as you?”

“Huh?” The old man was stunned, then gasped sharply. “You… you’re not human?!”

A slap cracked through the room—Gu Lang struck him across the face. “Watch your mouth, old man. Is it just you here? What exactly is the SPC?”

Gu Lang had a reason for sparing him. The old man had ruled this place; he was bound to know plenty of secrets. They could extort information out of him.

Scorpion stared blankly for a moment before trembling as he spoke. “There used to be more than a dozen of us, but they’re all dead now. One had green hair…”

That was all Gu Lang needed to confirm there were no valuable targets left in the factory—they’d already been dealt with.

Gu Lang pressed on. “Doesn’t it strike you as odd that such a small factory has so many Chosen Ones?”

That was the real question. The only reason Gu Lang hadn’t killed the old man was because of this. There were simply too many elite fighters in the factory. Why did every fight seem to bring out a stronger opponent? Even if this place had produced its fair share of talent, the probability was too much to be a coincidence. Gu Lang was silver-ranked thanks to the system’s help. The old man had at least two bronze-ranked subordinates, and he himself was silver. There had to be a reason.

The old man looked aggrieved. “I really don’t know. When the apocalypse started, we just… woke up with these powers.”

He sounded genuinely clueless, but, fearing Gu Lang’s disbelief, he hurried to add, “But I do have a lead! There’s a mental hospital in the suburbs—a female zombie there, supposedly the Zombie Queen, terrifyingly strong! I’ve sent people to investigate, and rumor has it there’s some kind of artifact there that can boost our powers. Loads of survivors are flocking to the place.”

Gu Lang frowned. The Zombie Queen? Could she be a boss-level enemy?

Wait a minute…

The damn system isn’t going to make me take her on, is it? No, no, you didn’t hear that, system!

Seeing no more useful information to be had, Gu Lang didn’t bother with further words. With a flick of his hand, an ice spike shot out—ending the old man’s life.

Just then, the system’s voice chimed in.

[Congratulations, Host! You have completed your mission and eliminated the strongest survivor in the SPC factory! Your battle was decisive and clean; the system hails you as the strongest!]

[Mission Reward: 10 free attribute points, one advancement package!]

[Advancement Package: Point Sharing!]

[Point Sharing: When the host kills zombies and gains free points, you can replicate the points to your wives without loss. Once each wife’s relationship is unlocked to “spouse,” they all share the benefit.]

Finally, he could level up! Gu Lang was ecstatic—he’d been troubled by the fact that his wives’ levels lagged behind his. Now, killing zombies would yield attribute points. And with the replication effect, it was like getting extra points. With so many wives, each zombie kill would grant four times the points. Given time, they’d all advance together!

With this in mind, Gu Lang produced another item: a base!

The factory was vast, with all the essential facilities—a generator, surveillance systems, and high walls. It was the perfect spot to establish a home.

Just then, a new mission arrived.

[New Mission Triggered!]
[1: Host, head to the suburbs and approach the Zombie Queen!]
[Reward: 20 free attribute points]
[2: Lead your wives to silver rank! Never forget those who shared your hardships—the wives deserve to advance as well!]
[Reward: 20 free attribute points, special package]
[3: Approach the girl in the room next door! She’s trapped right beside you—help her!]
[Reward: 10 free attribute points]

So he really did have to deal with the Zombie Queen! But wait… The girl next door?

Gu Lang paused, instantly on guard. The “girl” mentioned by the system was most likely a zombie!

There was another one still hidden here?

At that moment, the little girl jumped in fright and exclaimed, “Brother Gu Lang! There’s someone here!”

A young woman tumbled out of the villa’s wardrobe, bound hand and foot. She wore a professional outfit—a white blouse stretched tight over her chest by her bra, long legs encased in black stockings, black-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, and lips painted a deep crimson. Her features were striking, exuding an air of intellectual allure.

But her skin was tinged with a bluish-black hue—she was a zombie.

“No way, there really is one?” Gu Lang blinked. Well, looks like the harem just got bigger!

“Miss, are you alone? Want to join us?”

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve added another member to your harem! This girl’s identity is extraordinary; the system recommends you pursue her!]
[Reward: 10 free attribute points!]

“You’re the one who saved me…” Julie rubbed her forehead, her gaze fixed on Gu Lang. Her seductive business attire left nothing to the imagination.

She was… well-endowed—even more so than Yu Qiuchi!

“That’s right! Brother Gu Lang saved you. Who are you?” the little girl piped up, hands on her hips, answering for Gu Lang.

“I’m the factory owner. My office was raided, and I got tied up. I owe you, Gu Lang!”

Gu Lang understood—she was the owner, which explained her presence. The old man must have usurped her office and kept the zombie Julie captive.

“Gu Lang! Look at this!” Li Muwan suddenly called out, holding a glowing green orb—a skill!