Harem Emperor In The End Times

"Let me go... Banner, what are you doing?!"

"Bitch, I don’t care what you think. Serve this master, or I’ll throw you out to the zombies," Banner snarled, his face twisted with pain and desperation. With one hand gone, he looked even more brutal and menacing.

Rose’s eyes welled with tears, her elegant features marred by dirt but still strikingly beautiful. Her delicate face, framed by bright eyes and fair skin, exuded a mature and seductive charm.

"No, you can’t do this! My husband is sending a helicopter to rescue me soon. You can’t go back on your word now!" Rose pleaded, her voice trembling with fear.

"Bitch, stop lying! You’ve been saying that since the second day of the apocalypse. If your husband were coming, he’d have been here by now!"

Banner grabbed her hair and yanked her forward. Despite his injury, his strength was far beyond what Rose could resist.

Banner no longer cared about promises or deals. Survival was his only concern. He offered the most beautiful woman he had to Ryan, hoping it would be enough to save his life—even if it meant groveling like a dog.

"Sir, what do you think of this woman? She’s untouched, very clean. And she’s the mayor’s wife. She’s exquisite. It’ll be an unforgettable experience..." Banner forced a smile through the pain, trying to appease Ryan.

"Well... that’s good. You can go with peace of mind," Ryan said, nodding slightly.

Banner’s eyes widened in surprise at the first part of Ryan’s response, but his expression quickly turned to horror as he processed the second part. "Go with peace of mind"? What did that mean?

Bang! A bullet struck Banner’s forehead, shattering his dream in an instant. He collapsed to the ground, his eyes slowly closing as life faded from his body.

Da-da-da! A series of gunshots followed, the rapid bursts of high-speed bullets forming a chain of fire that mercilessly tore through every man in the corridor.

With Banner dead, Ryan had no intention of sparing his remaining subordinates. Not only were they vile men, but even if they weren’t, Ryan would ensure none of them survived. He believed in eradicating the problem at its roots.

Rose stood frozen, watching the ruthless execution unfold before her eyes. The sheer brutality and bloodshed made her stomach churn. Waves of nausea hit her, and she fought to keep herself from vomiting.

Ryan, unfazed by her reaction, tightened his grip on the submachine gun and herded all the women in the building onto this floor. He forced them to witness the gruesome aftermath—the corridor awash in red, lined with dozens of lifeless bodies.

"Banner is dead, and so are all the men here. From now on, I am your new master. I will take you to my base, where your roles will remain unchanged. There will be no other men except me, and none of you will be subjected to abuse. You will not be thrown out to feed the zombies. Your only task is to perform basic labor in exchange for food. I will guarantee your safety."

Ryan’s words left the women in stunned silence. After enduring despair for so long, they never expected salvation—especially under such conditions.

Labor in exchange for food was an acceptable price to pay. At least they would no longer be at the mercy of violent men, tortured for scraps, or abandoned to be devoured by zombies.

Though hesitant, they had no choice but to believe Ryan. The bodies at his feet spoke volumes—he was their only hope now.

"You have ten minutes to pack. Take whatever you can carry. Meet me back here when time is up."

At his command, the women scattered, rushing to their rooms. Some even dashed upstairs, eager to seize whatever supplies Banner had left behind.

Ryan didn’t care. As long as they could carry it, they were free to take it. His eyes then landed on Rose, who remained rooted in place, her expression unreadable.

"What? You have nothing to pack?"

Rose hesitated before speaking.

"I… I want to ask, will you force us… to do that kind of thing?" Her face turned crimson as she spoke.

Ryan smirked, taking a good look at her. Her beauty, refined temperament, and elegance made her stand out among the rest. Even in this apocalyptic world, she exuded a noble charm that could ignite any man’s desires.

"If it were any other woman, I might not be interested. But you…" Ryan let his gaze linger before finishing, "You might be an exception. My standards are quite high."

Rose’s face burned with fury.

"Then what’s the difference between you and Banner? Are all men the same—only thinking about one thing?!"

"Heh…" Ryan chuckled, stepping closer. He pinched Rose’s delicate chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Let me ask you this—if it weren’t for me, how long do you think you’d survive here?"

He gestured toward the window, "Look outside. This is the apocalypse. If you don’t want to follow me, jump. End it right now. Do you think you can kill zombies? Do you think you can protect your so-called chastity?"

Rose clenched her fists, her body trembling with humiliation. But she didn’t move. If she truly had the courage, she would have fought back when she was first taken captive.

"So you don’t have the guts to end it, huh? Then what gives you the right to question me? Is it your ’mayor husband’ that gives you confidence? Or are you still clinging to your past status, thinking you’re above the rest?" Ryan sneered and slapped her across the face.

Rose’s pride shattered. Before the world collapsed, she held a high-ranking position, someone beyond Banner’s reach. Now, she was reduced to a mere survivor, humiliated and powerless.

"If you haven’t accepted reality yet, let me make it clear. You have two choices—pack your things and follow me, obeying my rules, or jump. If you hesitate, I’ll help you make the decision."

His voice was ice-cold, void of sympathy. He knew that women like her needed to be broken first before they understood who was in control.

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