Too Amazing, Absolutely Incredible

The probability was a bit low.

But Bruce was already content.

Because according to the system, having a one-tenth chance of encountering a Black Iron High Rank monster was already quite good.

From start to finish, he had only killed eight monsters in total.

Eight high-rank monsters, two nuclei!

This probability was indeed acceptable!

When Bruce finished clearing the monsters on the fourth floor, it was already 7:43 in the evening.

Nightfall was beginning.

Survivors who heard movement in the hallway outside seemed to sense something and quickly emerged from their room doors.

When they saw the three figures covered in blood and armed with weapons, accompanied by two monsters, appearing in the hallway of the fourth floor, everyone was shocked.

"Do these two monsters obey his commands?"

"Too amazing, absolutely incredible."

"They actually climbed up here with the help of these two monsters?"

"Hey, they're coming up, does that mean downstairs is safe now?"

"Damn... so we can go downstairs to get food?"

"Quick, let's get some food!"

"Wait for me!"

The safety of Bruce and his companions coming upstairs proved that the entire hotel was safe.

After the hungry people realized this, they rushed downstairs as if they were crazy.

Even though they were still wary of the two monsters under Bruce's command??

Soon!

The sight of some scattered ingredients in the restaurants on the second and first floors caught everyone's attention.

These foods seemed to have been scavenged once before!

But after starving for a whole day, they didn't care about this detail at all.

"This is mine!"

"This is mine..."

"Hey, don't snatch, don't snatch!"

"Wow, there's still rice..."

"Water... water... I need water."The water in the water dispenser and the kettle, the leftover food on the stove.

Within less than half an hour, all the edible and drinkable items in the kitchen and restaurant were looted by these survivors.

Most of the survivors didn't bother with chopsticks, they just grabbed food with their hands.

Even some who had eaten half their fill kept stuffing food into their mouths.

At this moment, these people, who had been hungry all day, were no longer civilized people from before the apocalypse.

They had become a group of barbarians who only knew how to fight for food and water.

Seeing these survivors behaving so crazily, Jerald, who only managed to get a Holy Maiden Fruit, stood there dumbfounded.

Joanne, who hadn't gotten anything, also bit her lip tightly, unsure of what to do.

Her stomach was very hungry now, her head was starting to spin, her mouth was dry, and her sexy lips were already chapped.

But before the apocalypse, they were all highly educated people!

How could they behave like savages, fighting for food with these people?

On the first day of the apocalypse.

Jerald couldn't lower his face, neither could Joanne!

At this moment, Joanne's mind suddenly flashed with the image of that young and handsome figure.

"They should have food... but..."

At the thought of possibly having to ask her own students for food, Joanne instantly blushed red. When they went to the secret realm before noon.

Bruce had told Joanne that he would bring her some food when he returned.

But killing monsters required intense concentration and consumed a lot of energy.

So, after being busy all afternoon, Bruce forgot about this matter.

Bruce was very tired now!

Even though he had eaten a nucleus to replenish his stamina after returning to the hotel, he was still very tired.

Because while the nucleus could help Bruce recover stamina, it couldn't help him recover mental strength.

And mental strength needed to be replenished through sleep!

So, he really wanted to sleep now.

He sheathed the Andúril sword and put it into the storage ring.

Without paying attention to the others, Bruce went back to the eighth floor with Cynthia.

Of course, he didn't intend to do anything to Cynthia.Because now, all he really wanted to do was sleep.

Night fell, and the hotel became extremely dim.

You could say it was pitch black.

Under Bruce's arrangement, Ben and Adam, the two monsters, guarded the entrances of two storage rooms.

With the constraints of the Dark Covenant, their personalities had become much milder.

Unless attacked or given orders by Bruce, they wouldn't actively attack humans.

However, even so, when Elbert, Finnegan, and Dominic saw these two monsters, they were still trembling with fear.

Inside room 8008.

"The things you prepared are quite comprehensive..."

Watching Bruce close the curtains and light up the room with candles, Cynthia couldn't help but admire.

The cosmic storm had rendered all electronic devices useless.

At night, lighting could only be achieved with oil lamps, candles, or glow sticks!

Oil lamps were cumbersome, and there weren't enough glow sticks for sufficient lighting.

So Bruce chose candles.

"Of course, you should go take a shower quickly. I've put your clothes on the bedside!" Bruce said casually after taking off his tactical vest and placing it aside.

Throughout their journey back, everyone's clothes and weapons were stained with blood and mud.

So they needed to be cleaned.

"A... shower?" Hearing Bruce's words, Cynthia couldn't help but be stunned. "Is there still hot water now?"

"Where would hot water come from at this time?"

Bruce took off his blood-stained shirt and threw it into the trash bin. "Just make do with bottled mineral water. Although it's a bit cold, it'll still help clean you up."

It was September in the south, and the weather was still hot!

So using cold water wasn't much of a problem.

"Using mineral water for a shower? My goodness, isn't that wasteful?" Cynthia looked surprised.

Although she didn't need to search for water sources like other survivors, she knew that water had been cut off everywhere.

In such circumstances, shouldn't they be more conservative with water usage?

"If I tell you to go, you go. Why so much nonsense?" Bruce responded impatiently to the questions."O...okay!" Seeing Bruce getting angry, Cynthia felt a bit aggrieved but didn't dare to argue.

She could only sullenly take the clothes and walk into the bathroom.

The bathroom was indeed well-equipped.

A candle was lit on the table, and a basin filled with water was placed on the floor.

Next to it was a half bucket of mineral water, a bottle of shampoo, a bottle of body wash, and a towel.

Although her hands had cleaning abilities, theoretically, she no longer needed to bathe from now on.

But the power she currently possessed couldn't sustain her usual consumption.

So she had to make do for now.

Closing the door, she took off her tactical vest.

Looking at the bloodstains on her clothes, Cynthia suddenly thought of a problem.

"Wait... he wouldn't want to do something to me, right?"

"What if he really wants to do something, should I refuse? Oh, what am I thinking?"

The thought of this made Cynthia's face suddenly turn red.

After all, she didn't feel anything last night, but tonight...

Knock knock knock!

The sudden knocking interrupted Cynthia's thoughts.

Bruce asked, "Who's there?"

"Um, it's me, Bruce...," came the crisp and pleasing voice from outside, tinged with a hint of coldness.

Hearing this voice, Bruce was first stunned, then a smile crept onto his lips.

The hotel corridor was dark at night!

But there were a few glow sticks.

So it wasn't completely dark.

Joanne, standing at the door, bit her lip, as if summoning up great courage.

Whether you admitted it or not, in an environment like the apocalypse, people with their pride, like them, were the most likely to go hungry.

If you couldn't bring yourself to fight for food with others, what could you do?

You could only go hungry.

Even if she had to come and ask her own students for food, she felt it was a very embarrassing thing to do.

But she was really hungry and couldn't bear it anymore.