Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 79 My Wife Offered Herself to Live

Havenfield Community stood next to Ironvale Transit Authority’s bus depot. After the apocalypse struck, the residents had holed up in their homes for over ten days. Scott Kim, used his fruit vendor loudspeaker, rigged through a hole he dug by the window, to call out to survivors in neighboring buildings. He urged them - grab their wooden boards, rush the depot, fight for a way out together.

They really had no choice.

Over a hundred surviving families answered the call. They stormed the bus depot. In the dispatch room, Scott found a row of bus keys. The group, sticking close to him, drove toward the Ironvale air-raid shelter.

They didn’t expect it to be seized by Obsidian Guard already.

Mike, a former government worker and one of the passengers, feared Scott might act impulsively. So he went to talk to the guards on their behalf.

The result? What happened when Carter got back on the bus.

Scott tugged Fiona by the arm - his wife. She didn’t move. She didn’t rise up like he imagined, didn’t follow him off the bus to face whatever came next.

Scott stared, stunned. His eyes shifted - shock, disbelief, panic, and finally... despair. His hand let go slowly.

Fiona looked up, her eyes wet with tears. Her voice trembled, "Scott, I love you... But please, just give me a way to live."

A way... to live.

Scott looked at her face. For the first time, she didn’t look like the Fiona he knew.

Was this really the same woman?

Three years back, he’d first left his village, stepped into this flashy county world. Rural kids knew how to suffer - Scott hauled metal gates weighing hundreds of pounds at the freight dock. Morning six to midday eleven, three men unloading each truck. Afternoons, he cleaned glass windows of tall buildings, dangling in a tiny basket. To save on rent, he worked night shifts as a guard just for a bed.

Two years of that, and he saved 280,000 dollars. But his body gave out, landing him in Ironvale General Hospital.

That’s where he met Fiona.

She was a nurse. Impressed by how hardworking and resilient he was, she married him despite family protests.

Homes weren’t expensive here - just over 3,000 dollars per square meter. They used his savings as the down payment for a small apartment in Havenfield. The rest of his money - around 100,000 dollars - went into a fruit shop, on her advice, since he couldn’t do heavy labor anymore.

Every morning, Scott hit the wholesale market. Every night, he came back after the streetlights went out.

They lived a humble, busy life. Her family warmed up to them after that.

It could’ve been an inspiring story.

But the world ended, and everything changed.

"Fiona, what... what did you just say?" Scott stared at her face, a lump in his throat.

"Scott..." Fiona’s tears streamed down her cheeks. "Please, Scott, I’m begging you - just let me live, alright?"

Let you... live...

Every word hit Scott’s heart like a sledgehammer. His hand went weak, and the kitchen knife clattered to the floor. He turned mechanically and walked toward the bus door. Not a word, no glance back. The moment he stepped off, Fiona seemed to finally come to her senses, screaming his name, trying to rush after him. But Mike held her back, tight.

Everyone inside the bus stared through the front windshield. Two gigantic centipedes lunged at Scott in a blur, coiling around him in an instant. One of them sunk its massive fangs straight into his neck. From above, a black swarm of giant mosquitoes dived down - and then, with a dull "thud," Scott collapsed.

*****

Magnus lay prone on a hilltop, watching everything through a scope. He couldn’t hear what went down inside the bus, but what followed told him enough - on each of the parked buses, men began escorting groups of women, rushing them toward the entrance of the bunker.

Magnus let out a slow breath. Trading women for food - nothing new in this hellscape. In a world like this, women had become scarce. Most soldiers were male, and even among civilians, men survived more often. Cold truth.

Back in the sleeper bus, the women had made up their minds. The plan? Hit hard and fast. Crude, but effective. Problem was, they had no idea how many were inside or what kind of people they were. Judging by how terrified those bus crews were, the ones holed up inside were armed. Maybe deserters, maybe worse.

Magnus said, "I’ll go in with Abigail and Emma. Just us three. You all stay outside and take care of any who try to run."

All three were Second Awakening-level Awakened. With Metal Crystal shields up, even if bullets flew, they wouldn’t worry - just don’t get cornered and suffocated.

"No way! I’m going too!" Sophia cut him off sharply. "I’m just as fast, and none of you can shoot worth crap compared to me."

"I’m coming too!" said Grace.

Sophia snapped back immediately, "No! You don’t even - "

"Don’t care!" Grace fired back, her voice rising. "You don’t speak for me!"

The arguing grated on him. Magnus finally made the call - he’d take both sisters along.

Each of them broke a Metal Crystal. Shields on. Then they leapt out of the bus.

At four times the speed of a normal human, they covered the hundred-meter stretch in seconds. The rest of the convoys hadn’t fully entered the shelter yet; a few men were still at the rear. They only saw three silhouettes flash by like shadows, then - bam! - Magnus and the Reid sisters had already forced their way through the bunker’s side door.

First thing that hit them inside? Cold.

Then came the glow - white incandescent lights buzzing overhead. Real electricity.

Over a hundred women lined the walls, trembling as they struggled to strip. Opposite them stood thirty-plus fully armed paramilitary troops... silent, watching.