Lust System: Harem In Two Different Timelines-Chapter 43: Survivors

Yasin picked up the intercom and said, "Let me confirm the situation in the villa, and then come to you. Don’t worry, I will be fine."

"Okay, you must be careful! You are not familiar with the situation in the villa. If you are not sure about something, you can ask me! Or I can go with you..." Vivian’s concerned voice came from the intercom.

"Okay." Yasin smiled lightly with relief, put the walkie-talkie on his waist, turned over and crawled into the front yard, and walked towards the villa.

The sound of the car alarm and the explosion just now were enough to alarm all the zombies in the villa. Even if there were still zombies inside, there shouldn’t be many.

Yasin loaded all the remaining bullets into the magazine, put the rifle into the Dimensional Cube, took out the sword and held it in his hand, then walked into the villa vigilantly.

This time, Yasin did not rush in. Instead, he stood at the gate and shouted a few times toward the villa. After confirming that no zombies appeared, he continued inside, heading straight for the security room.

Just like the first time he had entered, the silence inside was oppressive, making his skin crawl.

The security door of the security room was closed, and low footsteps could be heard from within. Yasin took out an electric saw, turned on the motor, and slowly sawed off part of the lock. Then he stowed the chainsaw back into the Dimensional Cube, gripped the sword tightly with both hands, and kicked the security door open with a sharp thrust.

A strange, short zombie with sharp claws lunged out. Yasin was ready. He swung the sword down hard, cleaving the zombie’s skull in two. The creature collapsed, twitching on the ground.

Shoving the corpse aside, Yasin slipped into the security room. He propped the damaged door shut with a nearby metal cabinet and surveyed the room.

The security room was spacious, about thirty square meters. The walls were lined with monitor screens. Below them sat a central console covered in buttons, several computers, and splatters of dried blood. Aside from that, there were a few chairs, a table, and several metal cabinets of unknown purpose.

A pistol lay discarded on the floor alongside bloodied bones and rotting flesh. Two skulls rested in congealed blood, silent witnesses to the horror that had unfolded here.

When the apocalypse hit, there must have been three people in this room. One—or all—had turned. Trapped without food, the zombies likely turned on each other in hunger, until the strongest consumed the others. Then, it evolved.

That was Yasin’s theory, based on the evidence. It also hinted at how zombies mutated. Outside, evolved zombies were rare. But in this villa, they were numerous. There had to be a reason.

After searching the room, Yasin found a set of keys and a rope in one of the cabinets. The keys were labeled—front door, back door, living room, swimming pool, conference room, kitchen, and other areas. He pocketed them into the Dimensional Cube, then took out the rope.

Next, he sawed through the barred window, tied the rope securely, and climbed back down to the backyard.

Now that the security room was secured, the next step was to restore power and check if the surveillance system still worked.

After switching on the power in the supply room, Yasin climbed back up to the security room.

With electricity restored, the monitors and computers flickered to life. Yasin booted up the system, navigating clumsily until the surveillance feeds appeared on screen.

Most cameras functioned perfectly, though a few displayed static.

"Perfect."

Yasin enlarged the first feed—the villa’s main hall and corridor. He skipped those, having already seen them.

The next screens showed the manor’s perimeter. Dozens of zombies shuffled mindlessly outside. This would be crucial for defending the manor later.

He switched to another feed.

A lavish conference room appeared, empty save for a grand round table and scattered chairs.

Then, the next screen.

The second-floor kitchen.

And there was Vivian.

She stood naked under a faucet, washing herself with clean water.

Yasin adjusted the camera, zooming in slowly.

The screen displayed her alluring figure in perfect clarity.

Vivian had no idea that she was being spied on. She used her hands to wipe her perfect body with water while gently fingering her pussy.

Vivian suddenly squatted down, spread her legs, and then took a bowl of water and poured it on her vagina, carefully washing herself with her hands.

Because Vivian was facing away from the camera, Yasin could clearly see her sexy, round buttocks and her vagina as she fingered and cleaned herself.

"Why is this Vivian taking her time to wash?"

Yasin swallowed hard, his mouth dry, muttering to himself with anticipation before switching to the next shot.

This time, it was a restaurant.

It appeared to be a small establishment on the second floor.

The restaurant was in complete disarray. Yasin could even see a pile of excrement and a mutilated, rotting corpse on the ground.

Three zombies wandered aimlessly around the space. Whenever they bumped into each other, they bared their fangs and claws in aggression.

Only one zombie squatted on the ground, gnawing on something. The tables and chairs blocked Yasin’s view, so he could only see the zombie’s movements but not what it was eating.

However, judging by the zombie’s burly frame, it was likely an evolved brute.

Yasin switched to the next screen.

The moment the image appeared, his eyes widened, and he leaned forward, staring at the screen intently.

It was a warehouse.

Inside, a man and a woman were engaged in intense, naked intercourse.

As the camera zoomed in slowly, Yasin could see the woman’s haggard face and her shriveled breasts shaking weakly with each movement.

She might have once been attractive, with a decent figure, but prolonged starvation had left her gaunt and frail.

The man looked just as emaciated pale, trembling, his expression pained. Yasin guessed the couple had been without proper food for some time.

With one final, desperate thrust, the woman suddenly scrambled up, greedily sucking the man’s meager release into her mouth, savoring it with relish.

Yasin frowned.

He hadn’t expected other survivors in the villa especially not a man.

This was a problem.

Before, the hordes of zombies had kept anyone trapped inside from venturing out.

Now that Yasin had cleared them, these desperate people would inevitably emerge, posing a serious threat.

Even if they didn’t know the outside was safe yet, hunger would eventually drive them out.

If they were unarmed, it might not be an issue. But if they had guns...

They wouldn’t just steal the shelter Yasin had fought for—they’d endanger him and Vivian.

He couldn’t allow that.

The memory of Jack Coleman and Lena Whitmore seizing his villa and casting him out flashed in his mind, sending a chill through him.

It didn’t matter if these people meant him harm or not. Their mere presence in his sanctuary was unacceptable.

"They have to be dealt with," Yasin muttered, his expression darkening as he plotted how to eliminate them safely.

Just then, the warehouse door creaked open.

A woman strode in, a pistol in hand, her eyes filled with contempt as she watched the couple hastily dress.

With no audio, Yasin couldn’t hear what she said.

But her tall, curvaceous figure and healthy, confident demeanor stood in stark contrast to the emaciated pair. She radiated vitality.

The couple cowered before her, scrambling out of the warehouse in fear.

Then, another woman appeared in the doorway, this one wearing a loose men’s military uniform, an electric baton in her grip.

She had striking Asian features.

And something about her was... familiar.

Even zoomed in, he couldn’t immediately place her.

A celebrity, perhaps? freēnovelkiss.com

Not A-list, but recognizable enough that her face tugged at his memory.

The two women exchanged words at the door inaudible before stepping out and closing it behind them.

The warehouse plunged back into darkness.