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"Ah! Ah!" The girl in the cage moaned, struggling to control herself, but her body and mind were completely out of sync. She could only watch helplessly as her body performed one humiliating action after another, the involuntary sensations overwhelming her.
Fortunately, she no longer felt anything like a human would; even pain felt merely like a gentle touch, barely registering as discomfort. Her sense of touch was gradually fading away.
The sounds in the laboratory grew louder, dominated by the middle-aged man repeatedly pressing the remote control. The girl in front had begun to slowly transform into a zombie, losing any semblance of interest or humanity. Watching her became nauseating, yet the middle-aged man seemed far from satisfied. He continued issuing commands, even starting to give orders for self-harm.
She had reached the limits of what a human could endure, yet the girl in the cage meticulously completed every task without hesitation.
"Not bad. The results of the experiment are very satisfactory for now, but we need to see how long it can be sustained. We don't need half-finished products; there can be no mistakes in fighting zombies," the middle-aged man nodded and pressed a red button before handing the remote to an assistant nearby.
Only then could the girl in the cage regain control over her body, but it was already beyond recognition. Her body was rapidly swelling at a terrifying pace. However, these mutated subjects were merely disposable items; there were countless potential zombies out there. In the Gathering Place alone, there were millions, and countless more roamed outside. Losing one meant finding several more.
As long as they could win the war and occupy any city, their future would be even more prosperous.
The lives of ordinary people meant nothing to them. They were a group of cold-blooded politicians.
"Commander, when will we execute the Southern Invasion Plan?" As the middle-aged man turned to leave, a soldier in his thirties who had been awkwardly watching the zombie display spoke up.
"Kid, wait a moment; I'll send you dozens of girls. Look at your embarrassing behavior—don't just stay cooped up in the barracks. This is the apocalypse now, not the old military days. My subordinates shouldn't be those who are so detached from reality that they can't even handle basic desires," he replied sharply.
"Only those with talent can fight and truly express themselves. You are my ace; don't shortchange yourself." He gestured to his secretary, a slender and attractive woman who began recording his words.
Within no time, this elite soldier would receive dozens of beautiful girls. All the best survivors from Tiger Mouth had already been claimed by the higher-ups of Gathering Place; only those who couldn't make it were left to linger on the outskirts.
Yet they still hesitated to leave this vast Gathering Place; at least here they could sleep soundly at night and find warmth to lean against.
The strength of the Tiger Mouth Military Base lies in the omnipresent gunfire. Billions of bullets, along with the Firearm Espers, now they have a new weapon in their arsenal.
Naturally, he began to think about expanding his territory. Acquiring more resources, such as the seven cities in the south, was one of his goals; expanding southward was his only option. The Tiger Mouth Military Base had not been breached by zombies due to its rugged terrain and water scarcity, but this situation could not last. Sooner or later, the zombies would encroach upon all his controlled areas, and there were more humans in the south. They could swallow up one Gathering Place after another, and even occupy cities to become the overlords of these urban centers.
Only by doing so could he hope to survive.
“Chief, the Gathering Places in the south have already begun to expand further south. The last Hansui City and Jiang Grand Bridge have connected with a Gathering Place that is now flooding them with daily necessities; they have started to spread towards us.”
“There must be other Gathering Places across from us that have resumed production. I don’t know their depth yet, but I’ve already sent people to investigate. I believe we will have results soon.”
“However, we must occupy some cities to truly establish a foothold. It’s impossible to build as many structures in the wilderness as in a city. The Survivors also have no place to live, and many Essence Fruits are hidden within cities; we must occupy cities for a stable supply of Essence Fruits.”
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The officer spoke at length, leaving the middle-aged man in silence for a long time. He certainly knew about the situation across from them—more than the officer did.
The Gathering Place on the other side was called Hope Gathering Place, which had abundant supplies, even selling Essence Fruits externally. In truth, he had already dispatched a caravan that circled around ten cities, drawing a large arc on the outskirts to pass through the wilderness just to trade with that Gathering Place.
Although Zombie Crystal s were valuable at Tiger Mouth, their usefulness was limited. There were still many battles ahead, and acquiring Zombie Crystal s would require vast amounts; eventually, the Zombie Crystal s in hand would become worthless.
Thus, he had sent people there weeks ago to exchange for goods—anything useful would be bought back: Essence items, weapons, even some peculiar things; anything usable was good.
In this apocalyptic world where resources were scarce, he needed to replenish his supplies—not just food but also other aspects that had been overlooked before the apocalypse.
Even the hands of warriors needed protection; hand cream was hard to come by in this world. There were many various items that needed avenues for acquisition; otherwise, he wouldn’t be considering targeting those cities.
He couldn't help but drool at the equipment in several industrial cities. The Tiger Mouth Military Base lacked industrial infrastructure, with only a few internal maintenance workshops available for their use.
Currently, firearms were heavily reliant on post-apocalyptic stockpiles. Although they were still functional, they lacked innovative designs. Even when used, they could only have replaceable slots installed on them. Each warrior had to carry a pack of Zombie Crystal s, and once used up, they had to be replaced quickly; otherwise, it would lead to a significant depletion of their Superpower.
These were all his weaknesses.
"Commander. I am very familiar with the situation in the south. We must eradicate them in the future. This Gathering Place has a vast amount of resources and almost controls the entire North of the River and Ushumar Mountains plains. If we do not eliminate them, they will surely pose a threat to us in the future."
The experimenter's words struck deep, but to the middle-aged man, there was no sense of provocation; he had seen too much to be swayed easily and preferred to judge for himself. However, this experimenter still had some usefulness to him.
"Rest assured, that Hope Gathering Place will definitely be eradicated by us." After he finished speaking, he left the laboratory. The entire Tiger Mouth Gathering Place began to prepare intensively for battle. Within their Gathering Place, various factions also started to stir. Most of them survived by relying on the military system, completely serving them.
Now they received orders to go outside and gather those who dared to risk their lives or those in need; the laboratory required a large batch of Subjects.
With this mission in hand, they headed to the Survivor's dwelling for a "friendly visit."
Soon after, chaos erupted in the Survivor's living area. The place where Survivors gathered was surrounded by walls made of earth and stone, with tents set up in between. It was as if they lived beneath city walls, with walls on all sides blocking the cold winds, allowing them to endure the harsh winter. Despite this, tens of thousands perished from freezing during winter.
Now, they faced an even more terrifying scene as they saw those Fellow members who usually acted tyrannically flocking toward their dwelling.
Every person inside each tent was pulled out for inspection. Of course, this so-called inspection meant that all their possessions would be looted clean. Fortunately, they had little property; even broken scraps were not worth much. However, this time was peculiar—jewelry and other valuables from before the apocalypse were being collected by them.
"Get up! All those over 40 must participate in this experiment. The military will compensate you with rice; just come along quietly with me, and I guarantee your safety. If you resist, I'll use my fists." They charged into this place filled with a foul stench like wolves among sheep.
Although the ground had been tidied up relatively well by them, the water supply issue in the entire Gathering Place was unavoidable; there wasn't enough drinking water available, let alone enough to clean the ground. Moreover, no one had bathed all winter; the smell could be detected from over ten meters away.
As he walked through the makeshift camp, he noticed that everyone inside the tents was hiding, fearful of the thugs who might take their possessions or even their lives. They were all weak, those who lacked the courage to venture outside to the Gathering Place, where at least their strength could earn them food, even if it meant risking a fight with a Zombie.
"Hey! Girl, come here and be honest. I didn't see you during the last Census," suddenly shouted a rotund man, pointing at a girl hiding in the corner of one tent.
She was a girl of about fourteen or fifteen, slender yet beautiful. Even though hunger had left her pale and thin, she still possessed the features of a beauty.
"Sixth Master, please don’t bother the girl. Look at me instead; let me accompany you. She's just a child from the Post-Apocalypse," pleaded a woman with an ample bosom as she stepped forward, hoping to spare the girl from his attention.
"Harlot, don’t push your luck. Everyone knows that as long as you get some food, you’ll sleep with anyone. Do I need someone like you? Get lost and let me have my live show," the fat man said as he walked over, pulling down his pants while his clothes had already been discarded.
His companions watched with interest, brandishing their weapons as a Signal for the poor souls around to clear out and not disturb the fat man's fun.
Soon enough, he stood there completely undressed, leering at the girl.
The girl was terrified; despite having survived in this harsh world for so long, she found herself paralyzed by fear at the sight of him. She had never imagined someone could be so grotesque; his face resembled that of a demon she had seen in nightmares—its viciousness enough to wake her in terror at midnight.
But now, that demon was real and approaching her.
"Don't come any closer!" The girl cried out in panic, tears streaming down her face as she waved her hands frantically.
As he stepped inside, the fat man wrinkled his nose. Although the girl appeared clean at first glance, a closer look revealed that she hadn’t bathed in quite some time; she reeked of sweat and grime.
"Da Liu, bring me some buckets of water. Sixth Master is in a good mood today; let’s give this girl a bath," he commanded while reaching out to tear off her clothes.
No matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t break free from his grip and could only endure the humiliation. In the distance, a boy was running desperately toward them; it was his sister—the one he had always cherished. But now he realized that those beasts were once again preying on Survivors within the Gathering Place.
If they discovered his sister, it would surely be a fate worse than death for her.
He couldn't bear such an outcome. Just a moment ago, he had been outside the Gathering Place hunting Zombies. Fortunately, he had even obtained an Essence Fruit. He wanted to give it to his sweet sister, to show that adorable girl what her brother had achieved.
But who would have thought that such a complication would arise?
"Child, you can't go! Those people ahead are like wolves and tigers; you won't stand a chance against them. Listen to Auntie, hurry and run! They won't spare you; they will capture you tightly in their grasp, and only then can they control Sweet Girl." Although Harlot was older, her mind was still sharp; otherwise, she wouldn't have managed to escape the city. Seeing the child running back from a distance, she quickly intercepted him.
"Aunt Ma, please let me go! I have to save my sister!" His cheeks were streaked with tears. He hadn't cried when his parents transformed into Zombies, nor when he was nearly cornered by them.
He hadn’t shed a tear when he had to crawl through the legs of those Big Shots either, but now he was crying—sobbing with a heart-wrenching pain.
He knew he had no chance now; there was no way to rescue his sister.
Unless!
Unless he ate this Essence Fruit and gambled on his success. As long as he became a Superpowered Individual with immense strength, he could successfully rescue his sister.
With that thought in mind, he immediately turned around and ran out with all his might. His destination was outside the Gathering Place, towards the distant forest; only there was safe, where no one from the military base could set foot.
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