Apocalypse with my SSS Harem Beauties-Chapter 120: Not Going
Lilian remained silent, simply watching Myles after he said that.
Many thoughts passed through her mind. From the things only she knew, things she had never spoken aloud.
One of them was the truth that she had intended to make him stronger from the very beginning. Strong enough to serve her own purpose and strong enough to become the sharpest blade she could wield. Her own soldier.
She had thought she would need to push him, guide him, perhaps even manipulate him to take that path.
But now, she realized something had changed.
Myles had stepped forward on his own.
The determination in his eyes was no longer born from desperation or instinct to survive alone. It was forged by his loss. By his own choice and resolve.
Fire burned behind his gaze, bright and unwavering. Whether he realized it or not his presence had changed. A faint pressure leaked from his body, it was subtle but unmistakable. An aura beginning to take shape.
Lilian smiled softly.
"If you truly wish to become strong," she said, "then know that there are many processes you must go through. Even with me by your side, it will not be easy."
Myles clenched his teeth.
"I’ll do it," he said without hesitation. "I’m tired of watching people close to me suffer. Tired of seeing them die while I can’t do anything. It needs to happen only once."
He fell silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the ruined city ahead.
"This is the first time I’ve felt something like camaraderie, you know?" he said after a while. "Before this, I thought of them as tools. Just people I’d use to survive."
His voice lowered slightly.
"But now... I don’t know when it happened. They started to become important to me." He glanced aside, embarrassed. "Don’t tell them, though. That’d be humiliating."
Lilian chuckled quietly.
"Then why are you telling me?" she asked, a smile tugging at her lips.
Myles returned the look, a faint but genuine smile forming.
"I don’t need to be ashamed in front of you, right?" he said. "You already know more about me than anyone else."
Lilian met his smile with one of her own. Then she sighed, the amusement fading into seriousness.
"Very well," she said. "I will help you."
Myles’ eyes sharpened.
"But," Lilian continued, "your companions must understand what lies ahead if they choose to follow you."
Myles’ expression darkened. "Right..."
He knew it better than anyone.
He always walked the most dangerous path. His decisions were often rash, reckless, driven by the need to seize initiative in battle. It was how he survived but it was also what put everyone around him at risk not long ago.
He had learned that much now.
Yet he wasn’t sure he could truly change that part of himself.
Because of that, his companions deserved to know the truth.
And if they still chose not to walk with him he wouldn’t stop them.
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Morning came quietly.
Pale light filtered through the broken windows of the house, illuminating dust, cracked walls, and the marks of blood that still lingered in the walls from the previous owner of the house who met their end.
The group had gathered in the main room, standing in a loose line.
George, Daniel, Ethan, Samantha, Clara, and Kade stood upright, their expressions serious. Victor remained seated on the battered sofa, his posture stiff.
Lilian had healed him but the damage to his body had been too severe. Pushing the recovery further would have torn him apart instead. A human body could only endure so much Ether from a being from a higher dimension like her.
Myles stood at the front, Lilian beside him.
Silence hung heavy between them.
"I know you’re still grieving," Myles said at last. His voice was calm, but restrained. "I am too. Nadine was... a great friend to us."
No one looked away. No one interrupted.
"But we can’t stop," he continued. "We have to keep moving."
Their gazes fixed on him. Even through their grief, they could see it clearly that Myles had lost the most. Yet he was still standing, holding himself together by sheer will.
"My goal is to become stronger," he said. "Strong enough that I don’t have to watch the people close to me suffer anymore. Strong enough that I don’t have to see someone die right in front of me again."
His eyes hardened as he looked at each of them.
"And strong enough that we won’t be prey. That we won’t be pushed around or slaughtered by creatures from other worlds."
Ethan nodded first. His remaining eye burned with anger and determination.
"For that reason," Myles went on, "I’ll be accepting Lilian’s help."
He paused, then added quietly, "There’s something else you need to know. I should’ve told you sooner. Lilian... isn’t human."
The room stiffened.
Eyes turned toward Lilian at once. Shock, confusion, disbelief flickered across their faces. Lilian merely shrugged, unconcerned, as if it were a trivial detail.
No one spoke for now.
"The path ahead won’t be easy," Myles said. "It’ll be dangerous. It’ll be brutal. If anyone wants to leave this group now, I won’t stop you."
He waited.
Inside, he didn’t want anyone to go. But he wouldn’t chain them to his choices.
The silence stretched.
Then Victor scoffed softly from the sofa.
"Who said anything about running?" he said, his voice rough but steady. "I’m not going anywhere."
George crossed his arms. "Yeah. I’m not leaving either. It’s way too late for that." He glanced around the room. "I’ve gotten too comfortable with this group."
Clara stepped forward slightly. "I’ll follow you," she said without hesitation. "You are reckless. But you have strength." Her gaze sharpened. "In this world right now, that’s the only thing that matters."
Daniel nodded. Kade followed. Samantha wiped her eyes and straightened her back. Ethan clenched his fist.
No one stepped away.
Myles let out a long breath, something tight in his chest loosening just a little.
"Okay. We will move forward together from now," he said.
Lilian watched them with quiet interest, a faint smile forming at the corner of her lips.
The choice had been made. She had the feeling that she needed to see this to the end.
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