Kisha and the others continued their routine within the territory space, only stepping outside when necessary to maintain appearances and avoid suspicion. Inside, they each focused on their respective tasks, working diligently. Kisha, in particular, used the time to meditate and keep a low profile while she waited for the punishment tied to her failed mission to pass. She hadn’t expected the consequences of letting the system seal her awakened ability to be so burdensome, or so dangerous. It required her full concentration and stillness to endure it safely.
Seeing her like this, withdrawn and silent, deeply troubled Duke. Concern etched across his face each day, he took it upon himself to care for her in the best way he knew how: by cooking.
Every meal, he prepared something new, pouring all his effort into lifting her spirits through food. One day, he even ventured out to the sea and returned with fresh tuna, determined to give Kisha a full omakase dining experience. He served her tuna sashimi, tuna sushi, grilled tuna head, tuna miso soup with seaweed, and more. By the end of it, Kisha felt like she’d feasted on an entire tuna.
Duke had recreated every tuna-based dish he remembered from the Japanese fine dining restaurant he’d visited before the apocalypse, consulting both his memory and the cookbook stored on his tablet. All of it, just to make her feel cared for.
The rest of the tuna was shared with Hugo, Marcus, and the kids, who all enjoyed a hearty evening meal together. Kisha’s grandparents had also returned from a day spent walking around the HOPE Base. They genuinely enjoyed their time exploring the area, especially talking with the elderly residents.
Thanks to Grandma Alden’s awakened ability, Home Maker, everyone around her naturally felt calm and at ease. Her warm and gentle presence left a strong first impression, and despite it being their first time at the base, both she and Grandpa Alden were quickly welcomed by the community. No one suspected anything unusual, which allowed Grandma Alden to comfortably mingle and converse with anyone during her free time.
To make things more convenient for her grandparents and her brother when traveling between the HOPE Base and the hidden base, Kisha permanently opened a portal in the forest behind her villa. However, she wasn’t reckless, just like in the hidden base, she surrounded the forest with protective restrictions. Anyone who tried to enter without her permission would find themselves wandering in loops, eventually pushed back to the forest’s edge and unable to locate the portal.
With this setup, Kisha’s territory space became a secure connector between the two distant strongholds, ensuring both safety and accessibility without compromising secrecy.
Although Kisha had already completed the trading mission, one crucial mission remained, and time was slipping through her fingers. If she didn’t act soon, she risked failing that mission as well, and failure meant only one thing: game over. Death.
Seated cross-legged in front of the spiritual spring as usual, she tried to center herself. Meanwhile, Duke was nearby, casually chopping vegetables as he prepared a meal of stir-fried octopus in oyster sauce, braised pork, garlic butter shrimp, and more.
But Kisha couldn’t relax. Her thoughts kept returning to the warriors’ training. Progress was steady, thanks in part to her ’Commander of Heaven’ achievement, which boosted each warrior’s growth by 30%, increased experience gain during combat by the same margin, and raised the odds of awakening Gifts, Talents, and ultimately, abilities.
Still... it wasn’t enough.
They were running out of time, and Kisha knew she had to find a way to accelerate the process before it was too late.
Kisha folded her arms across her chest, her brows furrowed in deep thought. She had only one week left to complete the mission, and the pressure was mounting.
Using the territory interface, she reviewed the warriors’ training progress in the central square. The results were concerning. Not everyone who enlisted was doing well; some were slow learners, struggling just to grip a dagger properly, let alone thrust it forward without flinching at the thought of facing zombies. Others lacked physical conditioning or had no solid foundation in combat at all.
These weren’t problems that could be fixed overnight. They required time, time she didn’t have.
To make matters worse, there were hundreds in this situation, and only a limited number of capable trainers. Even if she paired Ethan and Aston to work together, their combined efforts still wouldn’t be enough to turn things around in just a few days.
"Wait..." Kisha suddenly had an epiphany. ’HOPE Base is now an extension of my Territory Space, and it’s connected to my Territory Pack... That means I can freely allocate sections of the pack’s space around the HOPE Base or the hidden base. If that’s the case, then—if I adjust things here and there—this might actually work!’
Kisha’s gaze locked onto the second-largest building next to the Central Hall, the one currently used by the House and Allocation Management Office. That department mostly dealt with paperwork, housing assignments, and administrative records, meaning they didn’t actually need such a large office. ’It’s a waste of space,’ Kisha thought.
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