The Binding Ceremony

Born never expected Mia to be a virgin.

Without thinking much about it, Born found Lane.

"Lane, tonight, accompany me," Born said, turning his head awkwardly.

Lane, with her hands behind her back, shook her head and said, "I won't. I can't hold you back."

She quickly ran to Born, stood on tiptoe to give him a kiss, and turned away.

Born was helpless. Why wasn't Lane an option either?

The binding ceremony would have to be postponed a bit.

In the following days, Born and his group began searching for supplies nearby and transporting them to the exhibition hall. While clearing out zombies, they also cleaned the exhibition hall.

The exhibition hall had its own water tank and circulation system, but it needed power to operate. Born had to bring out the combat vehicle. He had Pearl take some people to a nearby gas station to get some diesel.

When everything was done, Born sat inside the exhibition hall, feeling warmer under the lights.

He didn't keep track of time, but it felt like the apocalypse had lasted a long time.

Now that he had the exhibition hall, he had a temporary place to stay.

Born deliberately used his detection skills in the vicinity and found many talented people who had turned into zombies. He recruited these zombies into his ranks.

He now had a team of three bonded construction engineers and five bonded doctors, forming a logistics team. Minor injuries no longer needed the system to recover; the logistics team could handle them themselves.

The antiviral capability had increased to 35%, giving a high probability of immunity to the zombie virus, allowing the maid corps to operate further afield.

Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.

Born ended his busy day.

Warm Bed Service Has Started Early

The warm bed service had started early as the weather turned colder, and the maid corps voluntarily provided this service.

Born walked to the bed and pulled back the covers. He suddenly froze.

"Mia, Lane?"

Mia turned her head away and said softly, "Master, you've been looking for me and Lane. Today, we've come together."

Lane buried her head under the blanket, saying nothing.

Together?

In a second, Born jumped into bed. He felt that paradise for men couldn't be better than this.

Mia, with a wild temperament, always wanted to take control. Lane, more reserved, seemed unable to fully let go.

The binding ceremony lasted the whole night.

As Born watched the sun rise, his dark circles were particularly noticeable.

[Binding successful, attribute feedback received. Please check your personal panel]**

[Born: Decurion

Defense: 8.8

Stamina: 12.8

Mental: 29

Recruitment Level: 5, Recruitment Points: 50, Successful recruitment boosts 3 random attributes, Recruitment Count: 47/50

Current legion members: Laura, Mia, Sibley, Pearl...

Current bonds: Omitted

Skills: Exploration, Binding

Abilities: Level 24, Thunderstrike, Thunder Chain, Thunderbolt

Points: 3336]

Born's title of Decurion hadn't changed, as his legion still had double-digit members. However, his overall physical fitness had significantly improved, especially his stamina and defense, which had nearly increased tenfold.

"Are you okay?" Mia asked, covering her mouth.

Born smiled slightly, "A man never says he isn't okay."

With his enhanced stamina, his overall strength had greatly increased. Born's previous fatigue vanished, ready to fight for another three thousand rounds.

In the end, Mia had to beg for mercy. Even Lane had fainted with a blissful smile.

Born hugged the two women, satisfied, and fell into a deep sleep.

Outside the door, Pearl quietly left.

She muttered, "Two people couldn't handle the master's prowess. Should I join in next?"

"Sibley has always been instigating Laura to take the master together. Maybe we should let them?"

Pearl was indeed Born's right-hand woman. If Born heard this, he would probably cry tears of joy. Pearl was just too considerate.

...

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Dover City.

Abandoned cars were lined up, forming a steel wall. The military's operations center was established there.

Compared to before, Emerson was much more haggard, having lost a lot of weight. His body was wrapped in bandages, and his face was as pale as paper from excessive blood loss.

"Damn Starry Night Lab, damn Aileen."

"How's the Eagle Squad doing?" Emerson roared.

A person next to him walked over holding a tablet, the signal intermittent, but still transmitting many images. In the footage, zombies were gathered into a massive ball, like a rotting mountain of flesh rolling, extremely disgusting. 

Grenades thrown at it didn't explode. Machine gun fire could only take out some zombies on the periphery. When the zombie ball exploded, zombie cats and dogs rushed out, causing huge losses to the Eagle Squad.

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

Emerson clenched his fists, the bandages on his body gradually seeping with blood.

"What did the higher-ups say? Can't they send me some tanks?"

"No, Captain, you know that important firepower is concentrated in other key cities."

Emerson continuously clenched and unclenched his fists. After a long time, he could only sigh helplessly. They had only established ten shelters and urgently needed to find a solution to the zombie problem.

Other countries have all fallen into a massive crisis. The Starry Night Lab holds a crucial position in these countries, and now it has become humanity's greatest villain.

"Damn Starry Night Lab! They quickly cut off all external communications after the video leaked. Who knows what they're hiding and doing."

"Rumor has it they have an antibody vaccine, but how do we get our hands on it?"

Emerson felt a sense of helplessness welling up. 

Several countries united, yet they felt powerless against a single laboratory organization?

At that moment, the tablet beeped. An old man in a military uniform, with a row of medals on his chest, slowly appeared.

"Commander!" Emerson immediately stood up and saluted.

"The higher-ups have decided to start supporting this location, providing three tanks, which are already en route by air."

"Additionally, I'll give you a heads-up. The higher-ups want you to establish shelters and be prepared for a long-term confrontation with the Starry Night Lab."

Long-term confrontation?

Emerson was stunned. He never expected such an outcome. This meant he needed to gather more survivors and form his own team from them.

"Commander, please clarify the mission again."

"The mission, this is the last... wishing you... success."

The communication abruptly ended.