Lust System: Harem In Two Different Timelines-Chapter 45: Hassle

"Yes! Xuner! Do you know her? Is she your friend?" Vivian asked with concern.

"No, I don’t know her, but I just saw her in the footage of this warehouse! Moreover, I saw more than just her. I saw four people in total! This means that there are still many survivors hiding in the safe house under our villa."

Yasin pointed at the picture on the screen and frowned.

"I didn’t expect that they are all still alive!"

Vivian spoke excitedly, "I remember that many people decided to run to the safe house. Xuner and the others were probably the first to hide in there. At that time, I saw the bodyguard in charge of security taking many people inside."

"That’s right." Yasin nodded.

His guess had been correct. There were indeed survivors hiding in the basement of this villa.

"Vivian, since there are other people in this villa, it’s still dangerous here. You must remember—in this apocalypse, humans are always scarier than zombies!"

Yasin spoke seriously, gripping Vivian’s shoulders.

Then, he pulled out a pistol from his waist and placed it in Vivian’s hand. "Vivian, there are still three bullets left in this pistol. It’s enough for you to protect yourself. Remember, no matter what, even if it’s someone you were close to before the apocalypse, you can’t trust them easily now. Do you understand?"

Yasin’s expression was stern as he looked at Vivian.

The pistol had been found in the security room earlier, with only three rounds remaining.

Its sheer presence would be enough to deter any threats, allowing Vivian to defend herself if necessary.

Right now, Vivian was the person Yasin was most concerned about.

Deep down, Yasin already considered her the closest and most trusted woman in his life. He wouldn’t allow anyone to harm her in any way.

Especially after seeing the shadow of a man in the safe house—watching that man with another woman had filled Yasin with displeasure.

He didn’t want any other man coexisting in this villa.

Whether it was Vivian or any other woman Yasin took a liking to, he would never permit another man to interfere.

They were his—forbidden to others.

"I understand, Yasin. From the moment I met you, you’re the only one I trust!" Vivian nodded solemnly, accepting the pistol from Yasin.

"Vivian, these surveillance cameras only show a few rooms. I need to search the rest to ensure our safety in the villa. Also, we can’t keep sleeping in the kitchen. Our clothes haven’t been changed in days, and they reek of sweat. I need to find fresh clothes. Do you know where the bedrooms are in this villa?"

"This villa has five guest rooms, usually reserved for visitors. There’s also a master bedroom—all of them are on the second floor."

Recalling the layout, Vivian pointed to a hallway on the screen. "This is the guest room corridor, and the rooms are over there."

She then indicated another surveillance feed showing an ornate door. "This is the master bedroom. Normally, only the owner of the manor enters. There should be plenty of valuable things inside."

"Got it. Stay here and keep an eye on the surveillance. If you notice anything unusual, warn me through the intercom immediately. I’ll find us a comfortable bedroom. Tonight, we’ll finally get some proper rest!"

After speaking, Yasin pulled Vivian into a firm embrace, pressing his lips against hers in a possessive kiss before turning away.

"Once I leave, barricade the door with the metal cabinet. I’ll come back for you after securing the bedroom. Tonight, we sleep well!"

Without another glance, Yasin shut the security door behind him, leaving Vivian standing there, lips slightly pursed, lost in thought.

From the security room to the master bedroom, Yasin had to pass through two corridors, passing four or five rooms along the way.

This time, he moved with even greater caution.

The remaining zombies in the villa were no threat—what worried Yasin now were armed survivors.

The corridors were littered with rotting corpses, limbs strewn about, the stench of decay thick in the air. Walking through such a scene required nerves of steel.

Still, there were small victories. Among the corpses, Yasin found a zombie clad in military gear and stripped it of its bulletproof vest, slipping it on.

Against zombies, the vest was nearly useless—but against gun-wielding humans, it could mean the difference between life and death.

As he advanced, Yasin checked each open room, ensuring no zombies lurked inside before proceeding.

It took him half an hour to reach the master bedroom.

The owner’s quarters were secluded. Outside the bedroom was a smaller chamber, likely a servant’s room, now in disarray. Three bodies lay inside—one dressed as a maid, the other two in security uniforms.

After confirming that there were no zombies, Yasin walked to the main door of the master bedroom.

The main door of the master bedroom was completely different from the doors of other rooms. It was made of pure steel and looked very thick.

Yasin pushed the door with his hand, but it didn’t move.

The door was closed, which was both good and bad for Yasin.

Since the door was closed, the inside should not have been damaged by zombies.

But getting in was a big hassle.

The main door of the master bedroom in front of him was a burglar-proof door made of pure steel. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Moreover, Yasin did not find a keyhole on the door lock, which meant that this door could not be opened with a key.

Yasin checked the location of the door lock and found a device that glowed when he approached it with his hand.

When he pressed his thumb on the device, the door issued a warning: "The fingerprint does not match, please try again... After three failed verifications, the alarm will be automatically activated..."

"This is a fingerprint lock. Only someone with a verified fingerprint can open the door. Your fingerprint won’t work."

Vivian’s voice came from the intercom: "Don’t try again, I’ve already alerted the police..."

"Understood!" Yasin replied into the intercom and asked Vivian, "Vivian, do you know who can enter this bedroom?"

"Of course it’s the owner of the room. Even the VIPs are not qualified to enter. In addition, the actresses and supermodels invited by the owner can also enter, but they are also brought in by others."

Vivian’s voice came again on the intercom.

"Is that so..."

Yasin frowned and suddenly turned to look at the small room behind him.

This small room was opposite the door to the master bedroom.

Judging from the furnishings inside, this should be the room where the maid lived on a daily basis. Since it was facing the door of the master bedroom, this maid was most likely the personal maid who served the owner of the villa.

If there was someone other than the manor owner who most likely had authenticated their fingerprint on the door, it must have been the maid who served the master personally!

Yasin’s eyes lit up, and he quickly walked into the small room opposite the master bedroom and grabbed the maid’s arm.

Because she had been killed after transforming into a corpse, the maid’s flesh and blood had begun to rot, though the decay was not deep. Her arms and fingers looked mummified.

Yasin drew his sword and cut off the maid’s arm. With the intention of giving it a try, he placed the maid’s mummified thumb on the security door and pressed lightly.