Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 59 You Kicked Out the Wrong Girl

Emma’s family of four lived in Twinforest Village. Her sister, Abigail Doyle, was two years older. Both sisters had always done well in school. Their father drove trucks for a living, running parts from the auto factory to repair shops across the region.

It wasn’t glamorous, but it brought in over two hundred thousand a year - pretty decent by village standards. Their mother stayed home, managing the house.

Seven years ago, when Abigail had just entered her final year of high school and Emma was a year behind, their father had a wreck on the highway while out on a delivery. He fought for his life in the hospital for three weeks but didn’t make it. Their mother, struck down with grief, never recovered. She passed away a year ago.

After their lives turned upside down, Abigail gave up her spot at a top university to take care of their mother, not wanting Emma’s studies to be affected. Emma later got into a top agricultural university. When she graduated last year, instead of heading to the city for better prospects, she returned to Twinforest Village to lease the orchard in the hills.

Problem was, Max - the village chief - had squatted on that orchard land for years. He wasn’t about to let some young girl waltz in and take over. Tensions quickly rose between the two families.

Then came the apocalypse. Villagers crowded into Max’s underground fruit cellar to take shelter. Days passed. Food and strength ran low. More than twenty people huddled underground, growing weaker each day. It was clear they needed help.

Originally, there were several young men among them, so logically, it wouldn’t be Emma and Abigail who were sent out. But since it was Max’s cellar, and he was the chief, he made the call - Emma and Abigail were to go search for government aid.

No one in the cellar spoke up for the sisters. No one dared meet their eyes. The girls pleaded, cried, but it was no use. Max shoved them out into the wasteland. Then Magnus arrived.

"You’re telling me..." Magnus pulled off his armored helmet, his sharp gaze locked on Max. He spoke slowly, each word like steel. "You sent those two sisters out alone... to find government help?"

"Yeah! Of course!" Max puffed up his chest. "They volunteered. Nobody forced them."

"Volunteered?" Magnus swept his eyes across the villagers. Not one returned his stare. His lip curled. "This many men hiding in here, and it’s the girls who just happened to ’volunteer’? You think I’m stupid?"

Max flinched under that look, took a step back, then tried to recover, stepping forward and raising his voice. "And who the hell are you, anyway? If you’re not here to save us, then you’re not welcome. Get out! Now!"

"Yeah! He’s not welcome!"

"Get lost!"

"Leave!"

A few of the younger guys chimed in, bolstered by numbers. They thought if it came down to a fight, they had the upper hand.

Magnus looked at them all - faces full of guilt, shame, and cowardice. He gave a cold laugh. If they had been decent, he’d have helped. Maybe even brought them into his convoy for support roles. But now?

These cowards had sealed their fate the moment they forced Emma and Abigail out.

Kill them? There was no need. Magnus wasn’t a butcher. Letting them live, writhing in fear and hopelessness, that was a better punishment. Their death would come soon enough - and it had nothing to do with him.

They sowed the seeds. Now they’d reap what they deserved. Magnus sneered and turned to leave the cellar.

"Wait!" Max’s wife suddenly shouted. "We can’t let him leave! You all saw it - he sat at the door and nothing came in, not even a mosquito. He’s our only shield! If he leaves, we’re dead!"

"She’s right! Don’t let him go!"

Seeing Magnus turn to leave, the villagers thought they had the upper hand. They started shouting and moved to surround him.

"Get the hell back!"

Magnus pulled out his pistol and fired three shots into the ceiling. The loud bangs sent the villagers diving to the ground, faces pale with fear. None of them had seen real firepower like this before - they were scared out of their minds.

"Listen up!" Magnus barked. "I’m with the military. Emma - the girl you forced out - she’s my girlfriend. I came to save this village. But you kicked her out like trash! You think I’m still gonna help you? Hell no. You can rot in here."

His voice was cold, every word sharp as a blade. Fuming, he turned and strode out of the cellar. Behind him, Max’s wife and a few others wailed in regret.

They were really regretting it now, wishing they could wring Max’s neck for dragging them down.

Back at the military truck, Magnus turned on the high-beam flashlight, sending a coded signal. He started the engine and led the three vehicles toward Salem City. Not even ten minutes on the highway, he spotted a line of roadside diners meant for long-haul drivers. They parked and got out. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Remembering what he saw in Twinforest Village, Magnus went around to the backyard of one diner and found a cellar just like he expected. He grabbed some food and supplies from the truck for the seven rescued bank workers - mostly stuff Oliver’s team had scavenged from a supermarket.

"This food and water should last you a month if you ration it," he said as he unloaded the supplies.

The seven women looked anxious. Magnus could sense it.

"I’m not ditching you here," he told them. "I’ll be back in a few days. I have things to do. You don’t need to know what they are. Just know I’ll be back - and I don’t lie. You don’t have to worry about me dying either. That’s not gonna happen. So sit tight and don’t wander off. Stay put till I return. Got it?"

One of the women asked timidly, "Where will you take us when you come back? You’re not... planning to sell us, are you? Or... keep us for yourself?"

Magnus snorted, annoyed. "Even if I wanted to sell you, who’s buying? You think people have spare food to feed extras like you? And honestly... look at yourselves."

He gave them a quick once-over - all dressed in bank uniforms, women in their mid to late twenties, average looks.

"Trust me, you’re not my type," he said bluntly. "I have zero interest in you."

"Then why save us?" the same woman pressed.

If Magnus had shown any lust or malice, they might’ve felt safer - at least then they’d know his angle. But this... this made them uneasy.

That’s the thing about saving people - always more trouble than killing them. The dead don’t ask questions.

Magnus didn’t bother explaining any further. Still, to keep them from trying to take off with the truck, he tossed out a few threats and walked off without looking back.

Tonight, he had something far more important to do. If he pulled it off, it would mean unimaginable wealth in this apocalypse.