MTL - The General Loves to Collect Little Red Flowers - Chapter 50 Brain has a package

Chloe died in the zombie apocalypse and woke up as a rare pureblood vampire child, as well as the daughter of the progenitor vampire.

Pureblood vampire children have delicate skin and fragile nature. They can only obtain inhuman strength after their bloodline awakens when they become adults. Pureblood vampire children have always needed good protection over the years.

Chloe (tearing apart a bull with one bite): What did you say?

Everyone: …

With treasures in hand, feet on the throne, sweeping away werewolves, getting rid of her tr*sh dad, this was Chloe’s creed.

However, on her path to domination and authority, there would always be some problems that gave her a headache.

“Miss Chloe, from the first day I saw you, I fell deeply in love with you.”

“Miss Chloe, if possible, may I have the honor of building a beautiful relationship with you?”

“Miss Chloe, could you really not consider me?”

In response, Chloe disposed of admirers one by one with her blade, and said coldly: Those without enough capability, don’t even think about getting close.

Noir, third son of a “beggar noble,” lost his job and was at a loss, but fortune struck just as he was contemplating becoming an adventurer.

A city of academies where high school girls converse with swords and spears in hand.A comedy character who loves macarons and a cup of tea.Becoming a pink-haired dummy in a mobile game, acting as the weakest character with the pretty filter in my mouth and body.Yet in my heart, a man’s fighting spirit still boils like lava.“What a cutie. Ohoho☆”

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.