The Last Queen of the Apocalypse novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35 Landowner

Just the First Aid Injector and the Emergency Recovery Pill alone were worth 120 points.

She hadn’t checked the price of the combat suit, but she remembered seeing the revolver on the weapon page—it was listed for over 5,000 points!

Jackpot!

Iris strapped the revolver to her waist, stored the combat suit in her space to look at later, and then swept through the basement one more time. This time, she really hit the mother lode. There was a cabinet full of expensive red wine, gold bars, and jewelry locked in a safe, plus a motorcycle and two sports cars, keys still on them.

Iris left fully loaded.

Before departing, she scrawled her name on the front gate.

Instantly, her mental map expanded, showing the area of the villa she’d claimed.

Meanwhile, the entire villa cluster–except for Villa Nine–was now under her control, connected and added to her domain

map.

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Only Villa Nine remained a dark unlit void

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As she stepped out, the family in Villa Nine immediately withdrew their gaze.

The man stared in disbelief at Iris, completely unharmed and returning safely, deep in thought.

“Honey, that woman came out of Villa Ten. Didn’t you say it was extremely dangerous?” his wife asked.

“She’s even more formidable than we imagined,” he replied with certainty.

He felt a mix of fear and relief. Luckily, they had shown goodwill before, or else, with his superpower, he might not have been able to handle her.

He knew he’d need to rethink his strategy.

As Iris walked from Villa Ten onto the main road, a family of three appeared in front of her–the family from Villa Nine.

“Miss, may we make a small trade with you?” The man adjusted his black–rimmed glasses. “I’m a botanist. I can cultivate new crops. We’d like to trade some food with you.”

He had his daughter bring over a large box full of fresh vegetables and bean sprouts.

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afraid I’ll just take all of this?”

The man shook his head. “Growing these isn’t difficult for me.”

He lifted his hand, and a pot of bean sprouts in the box shot upward, growing at an incredible speed.

Iris‘ eyes lit up.

He was a wood–type metahuman!

No wonder this guy had managed to keep his wife and child safe at home for over a month after the zombie outbreak.

He had some real skill.

At the same time, Iris understood what he was trying to do.

First, he was showing her he was useful–able to provide some

resources.

Second, he was trying to intimidate her, to warn her that any reckless move against his family would backfire; he could protect himself.

But none of that mattered to Iris.

She didn’t need it.

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“You keep it for yourselves,” she said, without so much as

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glancing at the pot.

Her own garden already overflowed with vegetables.

There was no need to make trades.

She turned and walked away, dogs in tow.

The man panicked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

No way!

He was smart. He had figured out early on, from the news reports in the first few days of the apocalypse, that things weren’t simple. When zombies broke out next door, he had shut the doors tight and huddled his family inside, not making a sound, and managed to survive.

Later, he had been lucky enough to awaken Wood–type Power, which kept the family fed.

But vegetables alone wouldn’t cut it.

The adults could manage, but the child had already suffered from malnutrition.

Still, he was certain that the fresh vegetables he grew would be highly valuable outside.

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How many survivors could even get fresh greens?

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This was prime trading material!

And yet, Iris didn’t even care.

As she turned to leave, he called after her, desperation in his voice. “Miss! What do you need? Money? We have plenty! Whatever you want, as long as we have it, we can trade!”

Iris paused at this, a faint spark of interest finally appearing on her face. She looked at their villa and said, “I want your house.”

The man froze.

Seriously? In the middle of the apocalypse, she wanted a house?

Not food, not supplies, but a house?

“I can give you 500 pounds of flour, 50 pounds of beef, a hundred eggs, and ten crates of milk. Sell me the house.”

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