End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133 A Choice Between Survival and Power

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Robin glanced at Menica, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.

+5 Pearls

Monica was pointing at a triangular bayonet. The blade had a distinct three–edged profile, each side carved with a blood groove, its surface treated to remove glare and leave a muted gray–white finish. Matte, understated, yet unmistakably lethal.

Wounds from a triangular bayonet bled heavily and were notoriously difficult to stitch. In close combat or assassination, it was a brutal, efficient weapon. It also cost 45 points.

“Girl. have you lost your mind?” Lily sucked in a breath and quickly pulled her aside, lowering her voice. “How many points do you even have? You spend 45 in one go, what are you going to eat?”

Monica just smiled, though her gaze was unusually firm. “Robin, I’ve made up my mind. I want this one.”

Robin returned the smile, calm and measured. “I get it. You want a weapon you can rely on so you can head out, kill zombies, and earn more points.”

She paused, her tone turning more grounded. “But with your current strength, you’re not ready to operate on your own. Ambition is a good thing, Monica, but sometimes you don’t have to rush.”

Monica lowered her head and bit her lip. Something flickered across her face. She took a slow breath, then looked up again, resolve settling back into her eyes. “Okay, Robin. I understand. Then I’ll exchange for some eggs, chicken breast, and rice first.”

The moment she successfully claimed her supplies, the crowd that had been wavering began to shift.

“Damn it, the kid’s right!” someone shouted. “We’re barely surviving as it is. Zombies everywhere outside. Who knows when we’ll drop dead. Who cares if there’s a bomb in that chip? As long as I can eat and stay alive, that’s enough!”

“Exactly. A whole bunch of grown adults, and we’re less clear–headed than a young lady. What a joke.”

Others quickly agreed, voices rising as people stepped forward one after another to form a line in front of Robin. “Let’s do it. I’ll take the chip!”

Robin curled her lips slightly but said nothing.

The implantation process was quick. With Shangri–La still lightly populated, it didn’t take long before everyone had their chips, and one by one they rushed to the automatic exchange machine, eager to trade for supplies.

Robin turned her gaze to Dylan, standing off to the side. “You’re the only one left.”

Dylan instinctively rubbed his left wrist, half–joking. “I’ve got a feeling your machine might not work on

me.”

“Oh?” Robin didn’t buy it.

Dylan sighed and held out his hand. “Try it yourself.”

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Chapter 18 Choice Between Survival and Power

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So she did. The chip had clearly been implanted into his wrist, yet the flesh around it began to shift and tighten, as if alive, forcing the tiny chip back out.

Robin stared, stunned. Dylan brushed over the patch of skin, his voice calm. “My body rejects all foreign matter. So this method won’t work on me.”

Robin’s lips twitched. “Bell, any alternatives?”

The system responded almost instantly. “Of course. Chips don’t have to be implanted. I also offer external versions. Would you like one?”

“Give me one.” Robin pulled out a watch and held it up. “Put this on.”

Dylan looked at her, surprised. Robin’s tone stayed even. “You said your body rejects anything foreign. I embedded your chip in this watch. Wear it, and no one will notice anything unusual.”

“Impressive,” Dylan said, deliberately putting on a tone of exaggerated gratitude. “You really thought this through.”

Robin smiled. “Naturally.”

As Dylan fastened the watch onto his wrist, the system’s voice echoed in her mind.

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