Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 126 Goddesses Don’t Feed Freeloaders

Instant noodles weren’t anything special - but a whole cauldron of them, and four or five pounds of beef stewed right in? That was... something else.

Evan and his group gulped instinctively, whatever words of refusal they had got swallowed right back. Liana handed each of them a pair of disposable fork. All seven of them started wolfing it down. By the end, they didn’t even leave the broth behind - Evan’s lieutenants fought over the big pot, downing every last drop like starving beasts.

Magnus grinned as he stood and handed each of them a good smoke. "So - what do you say? Made up your minds yet?"

This time, no one refused the cigarettes. After a few puffs, the edge they came in with had softened. Evan exhaled a line of smoke and said, "Yeah, we’ve got an answer. But I’m guessing it’s not what you want to hear."

"Oh? Let’s hear it then." Magnus raised a brow, dragging a chair over to sit across from them.

Evan crossed one leg over the other unconsciously. "We’ll hand over the granary. But only if you let us join your group. Otherwise, there’s nothing more to talk about."

"Join us?" Sophia stepped lightly behind Magnus, her tone cool. "A few days ago in Brightmoor Town, over a thousand men thought the same. Tanks, mortars - the whole lot. All stronger than you. Want to guess how that ended?"

The color drained slightly from Evan’s group. Simon couldn’t help but ask, "What happened to them?"

Sophia gave a faint, almost sweet smile. "What if I told you we had zero casualties - and they all ended up dead? Would you believe that?"

"Bullshit!" Simon snapped, voice rising. "What, you think we’re toddlers? No way that’s true!"

"Believe it or not." Sophia shrugged, sauntering back to the sofa. "Think I’ve got nothing better to do than spin stories for you? Take it or leave it."

Evan and his men traded looks. Doubt lingered in their eyes, but her calm made them uneasy. Against their better judgment, a part of them started to believe her.

Then Emily stepped forward, arms crossed. "Your so-called terms? Not happening. Only exception - if any of your women want to join us. Doesn’t mean they get a free pass either. We screen everyone. Not just anyone can make the cut. That’s our bottom line. If this is still your condition, we’ve got no reason to keep talking."

Evan dragged slowly on his cigarette. His brow creased as if something clicked in his mind. He locked eyes with Magnus and spoke low, "You call this a negotiation? Feels more like being ordered around. You set the rules, now expect us to bend over for them. Even if I agree, what do you expect me to say to my men when I go back?"

Magnus thought for a moment, then walked to the coffee table near the sofa. He picked up a little notebook Liana had where she’d been jotting things down. Flipping through a few pages, he skimmed its contents, then returned and sat down in front of them. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"How many in your group can fight right now?" he asked plainly.

"1,334!" Evan answered firmly. "Our people - young, old - every one of them can fight."

Magnus frowned at the list. "1,721 combat knives, that’s just from the bunker report." He lifted his gaze to Evan. "We’ll put aside 400 military knives for you. 100 rifle magazines. 50 handguns. 300 handgun mags. Two 02C flamethrowers. Five backup fuel canisters. And 30 grenades..."

"Enough! Magnus, what the hell are you doing?" Liana snapped, her voice sharp with panic. This wasn’t what they had agreed on earlier.

You want horses to run, you gotta feed them. Evan’s team was standing guard for Ice Regiment. Giving them ammo was fair. If Ice Regiment handled those duties themselves, they’d still use supplies - and risk lives doing it.

Magnus didn’t spare Liana a glance. He kept his eyes on Evan and continued, "Besides all that, we’ll give each of your people half a pound of rice a day."

"And the water?" Evan’s voice hardened. "How much water per day?"

Simon growled, "You’ll supply that too. We want five Water Crystals per month, no less."

Before Magnus responded, Emily jumped in, her tone ice cold, "And what, you lot munching on half a pound of rice a day over in that stolen grain bunker suddenly feel entitled to clean water too?"

"That’s different!" Simon barked back.

"Different how?" Emily shot back. "Don’t get greedy. You’re lucky it’s us you’re dealing with. If you’d run into Cliff’s crew instead, you wouldn’t be standing here haggling! You’d have your heads shoved down a ditch, and they might not even give you the option to beg."

The argument heated quickly.

Magnus reached out, gave Emily’s arm a warning tug to cool her temper, then turned to Evan with a calm yet firm expression. "You can have water - but you’ll need to work for it."

"Work for it?" Simon practically yelled. "Food and water are things you owe us! Why the hell should we have to earn them? That’s your job!"

Sophia couldn’t hold back anymore. In a flash, she sprang up from the sofa and landed right in front of them, shouting, "Owe you? What we really owe right now is a damn fight! Switch sides with us today - and tell me, if the roles were reversed and taking us out was easy, you really think you’d be sitting here playing diplomat?"

She pointed at them, voice rising with fury. "You think the world just throws out free handouts now? Who feeds a bunch of grown adults every day without asking for anything in return? Tell me - besides your mommy and daddy - who?!"

Simon wasn’t finished. "That grain bunker’s still ours!"

"Bullshit!" Sophia snapped. "How exactly is it yours? Don’t lie. When you showed up in Ashbrook Town, the bunker was already occupied, wasn’t it? You kicked out more than a hundred people, maybe even killed some. Or are you gonna tell me you just walked in and claimed it fair and square?"

That hit where it hurt.

Evan and his crew went dead silent. Simon’s face flushed with fury and shame - they couldn’t deny it. When they took Ashbrook’s underground bunker, it was full of people. They hadn’t just seized it - they’d spilled blood to do it, killing the ones who refused to fall in line.

Sophia stepped forward, eyes blazing. "What? Cat got your tongues? Tell us! How exactly do you think that grain bunker became yours?"

No one answered. They just stood there, cheeks burning.

The worst part? The way Magnus and the others were looking at them now - it wasn’t friendly anymore. Not even close.