The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 672

**Chapter 672: Meals and Points**

Clara let out a soft, exasperated sigh, her voice laced with a hint of playfulness. “You know, I’ve been feeling completely drained all day long, and it seems like you never even think about me. It’s only when you want something that I cross your mind.”

“Just do as I instructed. Bring it out,” Harrance replied, his tone firm yet devoid of irritation.

With a raised eyebrow, Clara pressed further, “Harrance, do you ever feel a twinge of sympathy for me?”

“Can we drop that?” he retorted, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice.

“I don’t desire anything extravagant, just your attention. As long as I know you care, I can bear any hardship,” she insisted, her eyes glistening with a mixture of hope and vulnerability.

Nearby, Theresa overheard this clingy exchange and couldn’t help but roll her eyes in exasperation.

With a dismissive wave, she turned away from the conversation and gravitated toward her own group, eager to escape the scene.

On Harrance’s side, Clara’s persistent pleas finally coaxed him into action. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing through her hair. “Fine, I do care about you. Now, could you please bring out the food?”

Theresa watched the interaction with disdain. Ugh—those enticing boxed meals suddenly seemed utterly unappetizing. How revolting.

She observed Clara, who wore an expression that could only be described as that of a perfect older sister, as she retrieved cans from her spatial storage to share with others.

“I’m not eating,” Theresa declared defiantly, tossing her chopsticks aside as she made her way over to Calvin.

She harbored a deep-seated dislike for the people around her, yet she felt no obligation to interfere with their actions; they hadn’t directly involved her.

Even though she had known Lily first and held a certain admiration for her, it didn’t grant her the authority to pass judgment on anyone’s choices.

She wasn’t about to assume the role of a self-righteous saint.

Everyone possessed the freedom to make their own decisions. If someone was wronged, it was the responsibility of the victim to respond, not hers.

As long as they left her alone, she would remain uninvolved.

Determined to distance herself from the drama, she turned her focus to Calvin, seeking a reprieve from the tense atmosphere.

She also wanted to take a moment to check her points.

As she walked away, the members of Harrance’s team noticed the untouched boxed meals.

Kyle and the others, having already consumed their fill with two boxes each, couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy at the sight of the remaining meals.

Calvin’s eyes darted around the room, landing on Theresa. “Hey, Theresa, are you really not going to eat that?”

“I have no interest in it. It’s disgusting,” Theresa replied, her tone firm.

“Can I have it then?” Calvin asked, his throat tightening with anticipation.

Theresa shot him a quick glance. “Fine, but it’s only for you.”

With that, she walked over to Calvin, not bothering to look back, and settled down to rest, closing her eyes in an attempt to block out the chaos around her.

“Eat! From now on, you can enjoy your meals over there! I refuse to share anything with this traitor again!”

She shot a fierce glare at Harrance. “Harrance, it’s been ages since I’ve had a proper hot meal…”

“Ours is just as good. So eat,” he replied, his voice steady.

“Then you should feed me,” Clara coaxed, her tone turning sweet as she pouted.

Harrance froze, caught off guard by her request.

“Harrance, food tastes so much better when you’re the one feeding me!”

Meanwhile, Theresa had already turned her attention to her system.

Out of sight and out of mind.

She focused intently on her tasks and began checking her points.

To her delight, she discovered she had amassed over 100 million points once again.

Without hesitation, she redeemed a zombie virus inhibitor.

With two of them secured, she felt a wave of reassurance wash over her. One for immediate use, and the other as a backup. Safety was assured.

Content with her progress, she continued to delve into the data, ready to tackle whatever came next.