Rebirth in the Apocalypse: I Have Unlimited Warehouse Space-Chapter 3 - : Kneel Down

Anyone with superhuman abilities, aside from their powers, also had the potential to unlock the genetic locks that limited the human body's maximum potential.

Clove had thought this would only be possible after the second year of the apocalypse, once he had encountered the blood rain of the second year. However, to his surprise, his genetic locks had already been unlocked at the very beginning of the apocalypse.

A whole year ahead of time. He had gained a year's lead on all living beings on Blue Star! Clove's face gradually filled with ecstatic joy.

He would have an entire year's head start. A year from now, when others were still struggling to break the first genetic lock, he would probably have unlocked the second, maybe even the third!

After finishing the two steaks, Clove immediately began training, hoping to develop his physical strength as much as possible, pushing himself to reach his body's limits and unlock the first genetic lock.

Push-ups, one hundred!

Pull-ups, one hundred!

High knees, one hundred!

Crunches, one hundred!

When he finished, Clove was drenched in sweat, but the muscle soreness that followed only brought him joy.

Grrr~

Less than half an hour later, his stomach growled again. The fats and proteins from the two steaks had been completely consumed.

Without hesitation, Clove began to eat again.

This time, he doubled the amount of food, frying four steaks. The rich aroma of beef filled the room, and the sound of loud chewing echoed throughout the space.

Clove spent the entire morning in a cycle of training and eating, over and over, until he was utterly exhausted. When his body could no longer produce even a shred of energy, he finally fell into a deep sleep.

Whoosh~ Whoosh~

The sound of helicopter rotor blades spinning suddenly came from the roof. Clove, still deep in slumber, furrowed his brow and immediately opened his eyes.

Next door, Marshall heard the helicopter had finally arrived and burst into laughter. "Haha, it's finally here!"

"Darling, let's go!"

Before Linda could respond, a series of heavy and hurried footsteps echoed from downstairs, followed by deep growling sounds that reverberated through the stairwell.

Marshall's expression changed. He immediately opened the door, intending to rush to the roof, but upon seeing Clove's door across the hall, he remembered that the "pauper" was still living there. Marshall knocked loudly on Clove's door and shouted, "Clove, my father sent someone to pick me up. You, poor bastard, can just stay here and wait to die!"

As he spoke, Marshall pulled out his handgun and fired several shots, destroying the lock on Clove's door. With a final kick, he broke it open.

Just as Clove stepped out of his bedroom, he saw the scene unfold and his expression immediately turned grim.

With a single powerful stride, he rushed in front of Marshall.

Clove reached out with both hands, one grabbing Marshall's neck while the other swiftly disarmed him of his handgun. In a low voice, he said, "You really want to die, don't you?"

"Alright, I'll grant your wish!"

As Clove gripped his neck, Marshall immediately raised both hands in fear, pleading for mercy. "Bro, bro, it's all a misunderstanding!"

"I just wanted to bring you with me. You weren't responding when I tried to talk to you, so I thought something had happened to you, and that's why I shot the lock off."

"Calm down, calm down, bro! If I die, the helicopter won't take you away!"

Upon hearing this, Clove let out a cold laugh. "Is that your dying wish?"

With that, Clove tightened his grip, and with a loud crack, Marshall's neck snapped.

As his neck broke, Marshall immediately died.

Clove glanced down the stairs and saw numerous zombies charging upward. Without a second thought, he tossed Marshall's body down the stairs.

Seeing the damaged lock mechanism, Clove furrowed his brow tightly.

He hadn't expected this—only the second day of the apocalypse and his shelter had already been breached. Without the lock mechanism, the door couldn't be properly closed. Though the zombies couldn't break into the room right now, it wouldn't be long before they could.

Clove's gaze shifted to the opposite door. Seeing Linda standing there, dumbstruck, he immediately strode into her apartment and closed the door before the zombies reached the stairs.

As he closed the door, Clove noticed that it was made of aluminum alloy, which reassured him.

Now, as long as he didn't open the door, the zombies outside could do nothing to break in.

"You killed him! You actually killed him!" Linda, slowly snapping out of her shock, screamed loudly.

Upon hearing this, Clove raised his handgun and steadied it directly at her head. "If you're smart enough, you'll shut up."

"He wanted me dead. Why shouldn't I kill him?"

With the cold barrel of the gun aimed at her, Linda began to tremble uncontrollably, stammering, "H-he promised to take me with him!"

Once Linda had calmed down, Clove lowered the gun and sat next to the couch, sneering. "If he truly wanted to take you with him, he never should have crossed me."

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"What do you think?"

"Anyway, now you can try to see if you can make it to the rooftop before the zombies get up here, and maybe the helicopter will take you."

Thinking about Marshall being dead, and recalling how bad her relationship with his father had been, Linda was filled with despair. She collapsed to the ground with a thud, crying out, "Marshall's dead! They won't take me away!"

"If his father finds out that Marshall is dead and I'm still alive, he'll definitely kill me!"

"Do you know how powerful Marshall's father is in Norton City?"

"You not only killed me, but you've also doomed yourself!" Under the fear of death, Linda almost used all her strength to say this last sentence.

Clove, however, calmly took his Glock 17 from behind his waist and placed it on the table with a sneer. "If I remember correctly, Marshall's father is probably the underground boss of this city—Quincy Marshall."

"But so what?"

"No matter how many people he sends, I'll kill one if he sends one, I'll kill two if he sends two!"

With that, Clove walked into the kitchen of the apartment. From his space, he pulled out Boston lobsters, four steaks, and a bag of instant noodles.

In no time, the fragrant food was perfectly cooked. After three years in the apocalypse, with food so scarce, even the grass that grew everywhere was turned into something delicious by Clove whenever he could.

Though the grass soup always had a strong earthy and bitter taste.

Peeling the lobster shell, he dipped a bit of chili sauce and gently sucked, sending the whole shrimp into his mouth.

The rich flavor of the chili sauce and the sweet lobster meat instantly exploded in his mouth. Clove's face immediately showed a look of bliss.

In the future, he would never get to taste such delicious food again. Clove thought to himself as he ate.

Meanwhile, Linda, who hadn't eaten anything for two whole days, stared at the lobster, steak, and cheese ramen on the table, unable to resist swallowing her saliva.

"C-Clove, can I have a little?" Linda asked, her eyes fixed on the steak.

Clove finished the last of the lobster meat, slowly shaking his head. "You need to understand something. The apocalypse is already here."

"Any food is precious now. Why should I give this precious food to you?"

Linda felt a mixture of shame and frustration. "This is my house, my house. You're using my gas, sitting at my table."

Clove smiled lightly. "So what?"

"If you want food, then you need to understand the first principle of survival in the apocalypse: equal exchange."

"Do you know that after the apocalypse, a steak like this could buy a woman, or make someone go kill for it?"

"You want food? Then come here. Kneel down!" Clove slowly stood up, his eyes scanning Linda's body.

Her golden hair hung lazily on Linda's white, delicate face, and her full, almost exposed breasts seemed to exude a rich milk fragrance.

Clove watched Linda with a smile, confident that the girl in front of him would eventually submit.

He didn't want to get violent; he simply wanted to fulfill a desire that hadn't been released for two whole years.

Linda, who hadn't eaten anything for almost two full days, swallowed hard. She understood perfectly well what Clove was trying to do.

But... but for food, she absolutely couldn't do this!

"Clove, you weren't like this before. You used to be such a gentleman, so considerate. The last time we met, you even gave me a bouquet of flowers," Linda said, biting her lower lip tightly.

Clove smiled and shook his head, unsure of how to respond.

If it hadn't been for three years in the apocalypse, living a life that felt as cruel as being treated like a dog, he would have been the upright, kind person he once was.

But now, upright and kind? What did that have to do with Clove?

He used to be upright and kind, but now, all that mattered to him was doing what pleased him, as long as he didn't betray his true self.

With a voice full of magnetism, Clove sat back down, leisurely cutting his steak.

"So, what's it going to be? Are you going to kneel? Are you going to crawl over here?"

"Hm?"