Chapter Thirty-Four: Taking Control of Zhao Family City—My Own Safe Haven!

“Help me kill the leader of the Wang family, Wang Qiushui!”

The red-robed zombie’s voice was hoarse, filled with deep hatred.

“Wang family? One of the three great clans?” Gu Lang frowned. During his days in Dawn City, he had already gathered intelligence on the three major families.

They were the Zhao family, the Zhang family, and the Wang family.

Each family had a large number of Chosen Ones, entrenched in Dawn City, dominating their respective territories.

The Wang family was the strongest of the three, followed by the Zhao and Zhang families.

To go to the most powerful Wang family and assassinate someone—this task was no easy matter.

But why should he listen to a zombie?

The Zhao family was held in check by zombies because their clan was nearby and they had no choice but to obey.

As long as he escaped this place safely, he could just leave and travel far away.

But soon, a voice echoed slowly in his mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, on triggering a new mission. Host must help the zombie complete its task. As the Lord of the Apocalypse and master of the harem, you must cultivate the habit of performing a daily good deed, such as helping zombies cross the street or assisting them with tasks within your ability!]

[Task reward: 30 free attribute points!]

Damn!

Stupid system, would it kill you to stay silent?

Gu Lang was speechless. He had no choice but to accept the mission.

“Are there any specific details? I am, after all, human—I can’t just charge in and kill someone, right?” Gu Lang, resigned, could only probe for more information.

“Heh! The military district is rich in resources. If you lure him over so I can kill him, it’s the same thing!” The golden zombie gave a sly grin, displaying intelligence equal to a human.

Gu Lang’s heart skipped a beat. He had no choice but to agree, then led his group away.

The golden zombie did not stop them, but silently watched as they disappeared.

Only after Gu Lang left the building, Li Muwan beside him couldn’t help but whisper, “Lord Gu Lang, weren’t we supposed to rescue people at the military district? There’s no one here.”

Li Muwan’s light blue eyes swept across the scene—zombies everywhere.

“It’s probably connected to killing Wang Qiushui,” Gu Lang replied slowly, pondering the system’s intentions.

The last few missions had all been interlinked, each step leading to the next.

He had been sent to the military district to rescue people, only to encounter a golden zombie.

The key was, the system hadn’t instructed him to strike up a conversation.

That was unlike the system’s usual style.

By Gu Lang’s assessment, there were two possibilities.

Either the golden zombie was too high-level for him to control yet,

Or this was a chain mission, with killing and rescuing people connected.

For now, Gu Lang could only dutifully proceed with the task.

Soon, they left the military district and returned to the Zhao family’s castle.

...

“What? You said Lord Kaitian is dead?”

Inside the RV, the only two remaining Zhao elders were old men, both at the bronze rank.

Upon hearing the news, their scalps tingled, unable to accept it.

Gu Lang smiled, and spoke directly.

“I deeply regret this, but what you need to do now is not cry, but find a patron.”

“I haven’t been here long, but I believe I can manage the Zhao family well.”

No sooner had Gu Lang finished, one of the old men’s face turned livid.

“Damn! Kaitian only died after going out with you, and you still have the nerve to say that? Maybe you were the one who plotted against him!”

The other elder’s expression changed drastically, quickly stepping forward to restrain his companion.

Gu Lang was silver-ranked!

Now, with no strong protector left in the Zhao family’s castle, Gu Lang was the strongest!

In the apocalypse, killing was not illegal, and the strong ruled.

“Hmph! Seems you have no reason to live.”

With that, Gu Lang raised his hand and unleashed an icicle.

The icicle pierced deep into the old man’s brow, killing him instantly.

“This...!”

The sole surviving elder’s face turned pale, bloodstained, but he dared not utter another word.

Moments later, Gu Lang walked out of the RV, now the master of the Zhao family.

His room had been moved to the central villa, and two rows of guards now accompanied him for protection.

Along the way, every survivor who saw Gu Lang bowed their heads and stepped aside.

This was power.

In the apocalypse, the force of authority remained, greater than ever.

Gu Lang returned to the villa and dismissed outsiders, then threw out his base.

The base was a sphere, portable and easily deployed.

The castle’s interior was instantly remodeled, transformed into Gu Lang’s former home.

“Brother Gu Lang! We actually have a safe zone now! It’s amazing!” The little girl was brimming with excitement, running around the room.

Julie, however, looked puzzled.

“Little brother, you’re not really the showy type. What got into you today?”

Most of his wives had spent considerable time with Gu Lang and understood his character.

He was always discreet, never seeking the spotlight.

But today, he had seized the Zhao family’s castle outright, an unusually bold move.

“It’s simple—if I’m not the head of the clan, how can I approach Wang Qiushui?” Gu Lang said calmly. Seizing the Zhao family was no random impulse.

In the apocalypse, identity and status were even more valuable than before.

He could search for Wang Qiushui as an ordinary person,

But he would inevitably face all sorts of obstacles.

If he was the Zhao family’s patriarch, everything would be easier.

He could call a high-level meeting for Wang Qiushui—no one would dare stop him.

Besides, gaining the Zhao family’s castle was a great advantage.

It was a safe zone, with survivors to work for him and abundant resources.

It was as if he had started the game with a safe zone!

“Lord Gu Lang, what’s your plan? Should we send someone to the Wang family?” Li Muwan offered her advice.

“No need. It’s not urgent yet,” Gu Lang chuckled, knowing the Wang family would come to him.

Over the next few days, Gu Lang did not venture out, but began to remodel the castle to his liking.

The original Zhao clan was clearly poor at management.

For such a large safe zone, all their food was imported from the other two families.

Wasn’t that handing their lifeblood to others?

So Gu Lang made a decision—send people to farm!

First, he had his men cultivate fields around the castle, planting grains and vegetables.

He didn’t put them inside the castle because the farmland required too much space.

Outside was safer—zombies wouldn’t steal fruits or vegetables.

Next, he changed trade policies: survivors entering the city had to surrender resources.

Once inside, they couldn’t just live for free—they had to go out, gather supplies, and complete tasks.

After several reforms, the safe zone was transformed, wealthier than ever.

News quickly spread—everyone in Dawn City knew the Zhao family had a new leader.

The other two families especially took note.

The Wang family, in particular, was based in a water purification plant.

The plant’s high walls of reinforced concrete made it a natural fortress.

In the core office, an old woman snorted coldly.

“How interesting! The intelligence says Kaitian is dead, and the new one in charge is a youngster called Gu Lang!”

Across from her sat a middle-aged man with glasses, scholarly in appearance.

“This is an opportunity!”