My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 87

Ray woke up from a deep sleep.

It was day eight of the apocalypse.

He took his time bruChapter 87

shing his teeth and washing up, then sat down for breakfast. Only after that did he finally pick up his phone.

Hm?

Rudy had been found, and his throat had been slit.

Someone had tagged him in the group chat and posted photos.

That was fast. Ray had expected Rudy to hide for at least a few days.

He replied in the group: [Add me as a friend. You can come claim the reward anytime–schedule’s up to you.]

Not long after, a friend request came in.

He accepted it.

The other party said: [I’ll come at three this afternoon. Leave the items at the door.]

Ray: [Fine.]

He checked the man’s profile. It was Kent Feldman from Building Two.

Since Rudy had also lived in Building Two, Kent probably knew him. That would explain how he’d tricked Rudy into opening the door and killed him so easily.

Ray didn’t care how it had been done. All that mattered was that Rudy was dead.

Instant noodles and water? If he wanted to, he could stack instant noodles high enough to fill the entire compound

-or flood the whole place with clean water.

That was how absurdly rich he was in resources.

Meanwhile, in Building Three.

Unlike the other buildings, which were little more than scattered mobs, Building Three had already been “unified, “completely obedient to a single man.

He wasn’t the building manager.

His name was Sean Forni.

Before the crisis, his “business” had been mediocre at best. Most people around here didn’t stick to one god– they just prayed to whoever seemed useful at the time. But when the disaster hit, his fortunes changed overnight.

A catastrophe this bizarre naturally pushed people toward thoughts of divine punishment. Sean seized the opportunity, declaring it a test from “the Lord” meant to cleanse humanity of its sins. Only true believers, he preached, would survive the ordeal… and so on.

Amazingly, he managed to convert everyone in Building Three.

Surely, not everyone, right?

“The Lord says; those who do not believe are heretics, and heretics must be purged by fire.”

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Of course, they didn’t actually use flames. Instead, Sean led the way in having all the “heretics” eliminated.

And so, in Building Three, only one voice remained.

The voice of “the Lord“. Which, inevitably, was Sean’s voice.

But even with absolute power–112 households, 407 people, all fanatical followers–Sean still faced a serious problem.

These people “believed” in him because they thought following him would keep them alive, not because they cared about any so–called salvation.

So what was the real issue?

Food and water.

If he couldn’t solve the survival problem, these people might kneel before him today—but tomorrow, they’d dare to butcher him and toss him into a stew pot.

So what could he do? His first instinct was to seize Ray’s supplies.

But Thomas and the others had already proven with their lives that trying to snatch food from a tiger’s jaws led to only one outcome: getting crushed to death. It was impossible.

That left two options.

The first was deception.

If he could make Ray believe in “the Lord” as well, then without lifting a finger, he could obtain all of Ray’s supplies.

The second option was negotiation–give Ray something he wanted in exchange for supplies.

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