Harem Emperor In The End Times

Chapter 20 - 20: Exploration

When Ryan tried to go back and revisit the strange post, he found that it had vanished. No matter how much he

Lily rolled her eyes, dark circles under them betraying her exhaustion. With a hint of grievance in her gaze, she sat down and picked up a piece of beef to eat.

"Sis, I'm planning to head out after breakfast to clear some zombies and bring back more supplies. I'll leave this place in your care," Ryan said casually.

"Alright, don't worry about it. I'll take care of things here for you," Lily replied. She understood her brother's ambition—he was already treating this hospital as his base. She herself was ready to assist him in achieving his goals.

Ryan felt at ease leaving his territory under his sister's watch. After all, Lily was no ordinary woman; she held double doctorates in psychology and computational philosophy. Managing a small group of people was hardly a challenge for someone of her intellect.

To ensure her safety, Ryan left her the only Type 54 pistol he had. In his hands, the gun was more useful for intimidation than practical use—its loud noise risked attracting more zombies, making it unsuitable for everyday combat.

After finishing breakfast, Ryan checked on Olivia, who was still lying on the bed. Her loyalty had risen to 95, a level of absolute devotion. Once someone's loyalty exceeded 90, betrayal was out of the question, which reassured Ryan.

It had to be said: the path to a woman's heart often led through her body. After taking Olivia's virginity last night, her loyalty had skyrocketed from 85 to 95.

Interestingly, Ryan could only see loyalty levels of those above 80, anyone below that threshold remained unreadable to him. Among the people in the hospital, only two individuals had a loyalty score over 90—Olivia at 95, and Lily, his sister, at a perfect 100.

This didn't surprise Ryan. His bond with his sister had long transcended the need for proof. After all, in their past life, she had sacrificed her life to save his. Seeing her unwavering loyalty now only made him cherish his one true family member even more.

Carrying his backpack, Ryan headed to the second floor and climbed out of the window using an external water pipe. The entrance to the small hospital building had been completely barricaded to prevent zombies from getting in.

With a climbing pack on his back, a dagger at his waist, and newfound strength coursing through his body, Ryan felt unstoppable. Testing his power, he punched a zombie blocking his path, sending it flying.

"Huh, that's some tough bones," he remarked with mild surprise.

His axe from yesterday had been sacrificed to break into an airport glass panel. Now, he casually picked up a steel pipe from the ground. Testing its weight and feel, he found it satisfactory. With the pipe in hand, Ryan made his way out through the hospital's rear exit, prepared to carve a bloody path forward.

Today, Ryan had plenty on his agenda. His first priority was finding weapons, ideally firearms—high-caliber ones if possible.

They weren't just for his own use but also for the women back home, like his sister Lily and Olivia. While Ryan could teach them basic martial arts, progress was slow, and there was no way for him to directly transfer his skills to them. Firearms, however, could bridge that gap effectively.

In the early stages of the apocalypse, guns were invaluable. Even Ryan, with his current strength, couldn't completely avoid the danger they posed.

His second task was to find a reliable melee weapon. This would largely depend on luck. Lastly, he needed to gather supplies: food, clothes, water, and other essentials. They couldn't afford to rely on stockpiled resources forever. As more survivors emerged, competition for resources would inevitably intensify.

Ryan headed toward the police station, deliberately choosing this destination. The city's main police headquarters was conveniently located not far from the hospital. There would undoubtedly be an arsenal of firearms and other equipment there—perhaps even enough to meet his needs.

"Let's hope no one else is there," he muttered to himself as he walked.

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Back at the hospital, Olivia slowly opened her eyes. Her body still ached all over, every movement bringing a sharp reminder of the previous night's intensity. Ryan had thoroughly exhausted her, but at least she could still get up.

Looking at the bloodstained sheets and the delicate crimson blossom imprinted on them, Olivia's face flushed with a mix of pride and shy satisfaction.

"Master was amazing last night. He must like me a lot," she thought to herself, a small smile curling her lips.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Lily walked in, carrying a tray of breakfast.

"Olivia, you're awake! I brought you some breakfast—"

Her words trailed off as her eyes landed on Olivia, lying naked on the bed, with the bloodstained sheets clearly visible. For a moment, the two women locked eyes, an awkward silence filling the room.