My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 119

Two slices each–not a lot, but not too little either.

Naturally, the four of them ate with delight.

For Ray, supplies were a trivial matter. He had far too much. Just watermelons alone–he had several thousand tons. Even if he ate one a day, how long would it take to finish them?

But for the four women, any fruit now was a luxury. And in this freezing weather, they were sitting in a warm room, sweating from hot pot, then biting into ice–cold, refreshing watermelon. What kind of pleasure was that?

Even immortals wouldn’t have it any better.

Could they still leave Ray?

Even if Ray told them to be his slaves, they would obey without hesitation.

These days, whoever controlled the supplies was the boss.

Of course–only if they also had the ability to protect those supplies. Otherwise, they’d just be a walking charity.

And Ray happened to have both.

If he wanted to, he could easily become the ruler of the entire residential complex.

But what would be the point of gathering a bunch of followers just to fight? Would large–scale wars even break out anymore? How would people even go

out?

No–more accurately, in just a few more days, most people would starve to death. With the global population plummeting, how could there still be large–scale wars?

As for small–scale armed conflicts, Ray’s otherworldly storage space was the deadliest weapon of all. One burst of bullets–who could possibly stop that?

The four women gnawed their watermelon slices clean, barely leaving any red flesh behind, their faces full of lingering regret.

It wasn’t that Ray was stingy. If he let them eat their fill all at once, they wouldn’t treasure it.

Now, there was food–but only a little each time. That made it feel precious, and naturally, they would try even harder to please him.

A bowl of food earns gratitude; a sack earns resentment. That was the truth of it.

After the watermelon, Ray sent the four women out, though they were clearly reluctant to leave.

That afternoon, many households were cursing loudly.

The old bastards at the gate had fought over instant noodles—several people had been beaten to death or frozen to death on the spot.

When Ray heard about it, he merely smiled faintly.

As long as they didn’t provoke him, he couldn’t be bothered to act. But if they insisted on getting in his way, they could all perish and die.

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His life was what mattered most.

Still, Ray glanced toward Building 4. The people there had already started eating human flesh. Once that bottom line was crossed, nothing was off–limits anymore. That was something to watch out for.

He wasn’t afraid of open confrontation–only of attacks from the shadows.

As evening fell, thick fog suddenly surged in from nowhere, instantly blanketing the entire city. Visibility dropped from twenty meters to ten, then five–until it was just like a few days ago, barely one meter ahead.

This was disastrous for those who had ventured out to gather supplies.

Those who returned early were fine. But anyone still outside now would never make it back.

In weather this cold, without finding shelter in time… the chances of freezing to death were extremely high.

Ray couldn’t help clicking his tongue.

Luckily, he hadn’t been greedy and had returned early. Otherwise, he would’ve had to spend the night outside.

Even though his car had been modified with excellent insulation, and he had top–grade cold–weather gear, sleeping in a car was uncomfortable—and unsafe. Who knew what kind of accident might happen in the middle of the night?

In the apocalypse, you had to be careful about everything. Safety came first.

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Building 4.

Inside an apartment, seven men were drinking soup, each with a large bowl. They ate ravenously, sweat beading on their foreheads.

They were the organizers and managers of Building 4. By now, the residents there had united tightly, even moving in together to maximize warmth.

Sunny finished first. He set down his bowl and spoon and said, “Food isn’t a problem for now, but our clean water is almost gone. We won’t have enough for the next meal.”

Jon finished second. He wiped his mouth with a tissue and said, “That’s easy. A lot of people went out to collect supplies today. We’ll just pick a building and raid it. We’ll get plenty of clean water–and probably some extra supplies too.”

“Good idea. Honestly, I’m getting sick of eating meat every day,” Emeril Flay said.

“Alright. We’ll head out a bit later. Whether our wives, kids, and parents get to eat well depends on tonight’s haul, “Jon said.

“Which building?”

“We’re in Building 4. Closest ones are Building 3 and Building 5. Which one?”

“Building 3.”

“Building 3.”

“Building 5.”

“Fine. Majority chose Building 3. Tonight, we hit Building 3!”

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“Actually, that villa is the best target,” Alain Dempsey suddenly said.

The others thought for a moment, then nodded.

“It’s just that Ray isn’t easy to deal with.”

“Yeah. Who knows if he’s lucky or what–he killed so many people with just a toy water gun.”

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