Singer

Born spread his hands, revealing a noncommittal smile.

He hadn't expected to recruit Emerson.

Before the apocalypse, Emerson was a blazing star. Wherever she appeared, it would inevitably cause a wave of screams.

Even the cheapest concert tickets were scalped to exorbitant prices, and her fan club could stretch from Dover City to Kyoto.

While using his detection skill, Born unexpectedly discovered a new bond.

[Singer: One person can accompany the host during physical activities, enhancing rhythm and energy. Three people with this trait have a high probability of awakening similar abilities, inspiring others.]

Ignoring the first part of the bond, Born already had plenty of rhythm.

A single session of rhythm could last all night, and not many singers could keep up.

Emerson was accompanied by a few close friends, who, though not as famous, also possessed the singer trait.

Two elegant young women stood beside Emerson, softly singing and providing harmonies.

Soon, Laura led four or five girls dressed in maid outfits onto the stage.

Don't forget, Laura had the dancer trait, enhancing her flexibility.

With splits, backbends, and other high-difficulty moves, the atmosphere quickly reached its peak.

Born watched Laura, and some less-than-appropriate images flashed through his mind.

Yes, her flexibility was excellent, unlocking all sorts of high-difficulty moves.

Born pulled Emerson into the crowd.

Laughter and cheers filled the air, along with barbecues and beer, creating a festive atmosphere.

Later, Emerson seemed to have drunk too much. She grabbed a beer bottle and rushed onto the stage, attempting to interview Emerson with it.

Eventually, she wanted to perform a duet with Emerson.

One song cost how many lives?

"If we had stayed together, what would it have been like? Would we still be...?"

Emerson's wailing on stage was a far cry from singing, and the crowd below began to frown, with some even throwing their shoes at her.

Emerson covered her mouth, laughing on the side, looking quite charming.

Born laughed heartily, enjoying the moment to the fullest.

In an apocalypse, one cannot remain in constant oppression. A grand event was enough to make him the leader people look up to.

In the end, Born was lifted by the crowd and carried onto the stage.

Holding the microphone, he felt a bit awkward at first.

"From today, the Dover City base is officially established. Everything we've done so far was just preparation."

"Labor will earn survival supplies."

"Order still resides within us."

"Combat—we never fear the struggle against the zombies."

As Born continued, he grew more confident, and his heartfelt words resonated with everyone.

The celebration ended.

Everyone returned to their duties with renewed enthusiasm and smiles on their faces.

"I had an idea while going to the restroom. We can reinforce the walls better to defend against zombies."

"I, I, I also have a new idea. The exhibition hall is so big, we can replan the space usage."

"I volunteer to go out and find supplies. I used to work at a gas station and think there might be a tanker truck somewhere."

People surrounded Sirena, who recorded each person's requests in her notebook, addressing them one by one.

The entire base had a thriving, vibrant feel.

Born, his face red and seemingly a bit drunk, whispered to Emerson, "Your ability can inspire people. Do you think if I were with Lane and the others, and you sang outside the door..."

The thought of rhythmic music was indeed tempting.

Emerson playfully scolded and slapped Born lightly, "Master, I'm not talking to you anymore."

"You all look, the master is drunk."

The maid squad parted and formed two lines.

The maid combat uniforms could enhance attributes. Almost all of the hundred-plus people under Born's command wore these maid combat uniforms.

Everyone bent over with gentle smiles.

"Master."

"If you're drunk, go rest. The bed is already warm, and the bathwater is ready. Would you like to take a bath, Master?"

Pearl stepped forward.

Her maid outfit seemed a bit small, with buttons at the chest straining to stay closed, revealing deep cleavage that nearly overwhelmed Born.

Surrounded by many maids, Born walked towards his room.

At night.

People near Born's room seemed to hear ethereal singing, making them feel inexplicably heated.

That night, most of the men in the base rewarded themselves.

The next day.

Born woke up late, with the sun already high in the sky, and found Pearl and Laura lying beside him.

His face turned red. It seemed he really got drunk last night!

How could he have a blackout?

He had forgotten everything that happened last night. How could he forget?

Born knelt on the bed and couldn't help but let out a wail.

This woke up Pearl and Laura, who immediately assumed combat stances.

But they weren't wearing their maid outfits!

Born glanced over, and once again, he was captivated.

Indulgent times always pass quickly.

In the conference room.

Born, with dark circles under his eyes, sat at the head of the table.

Lane used telepathy to connect everyone.

Attendees included not only the maid squad but also Emerson and the special talent representative, Ralph.

Ralph was a well-known real estate tycoon in Dover City, but he wasn't just a rich, foolish big boss.

He holds two master's degrees in engineering.

"Born, I've completed the blueprints for the base reconstruction, but the zombies have been too aggressive lately. You'll need to deploy the combat units," Ralph said with a hint of frustration.

Born nodded and replied, "Pearl will coordinate the combat units. Mia and the others are out right now, but once they return, they'll join the efforts. The reconstruction plan can proceed gradually."

Sirena handed Born a notebook.

"We've recently found many survivors. Some have awakened abilities, but they still feel like small, isolated groups and can't seem to integrate into the base."

Born flipped through the notebook for a while, then frowned.

"They've been doing well on their own outside. If they really can't integrate, we might have to drive them out."

Sirena nodded and put away the notebook.

After discussing various miscellaneous issues related to the base, which Born addressed one by one, he finally turned to Emerson.

"We clearly angered Laboratory last time. It's been over ten days. What's the situation over there?"

Emerson shook his head and sighed.

He took out a tablet and checked it before saying, "The zombie hordes near Xingye Laboratory have been spreading out towards the surrounding areas. We've been constantly battling them as we're their primary target."

"However, drone footage shows that Xingye Laboratory has been capturing zombies. It's unclear if they're planning to develop another biological weapon."