Training

She just didn't have the ability to kill that zombie at the time; otherwise, she would have taken her revenge long ago. But what did this man mean by suddenly bringing up this matter? 

"That zombie is very smart. When I went over with the armored vehicle, it might have sensed my presence and hid itself." If not for that, Ryan would have killed it already. 

Although second-level zombies have evolved to be stronger, they are not that much stronger. A high-powered gunshot would still kill them. If Mia and the others had only a revolver in their hands at the time, it was no wonder they were at such a disadvantage. 

Mia's expression changed. Had zombies already begun to evolve intelligence? Could it be that this virus only brought disaster? What would happen to humanity? 

"Don't worry. Even if zombies evolve, the process takes time, and it slows down in the later stages. It's not as terrifying as you imagine. At the very least, they still can't withstand bullets." Ryan embraced the girl's delicate body, placing both hands on her soft chest. 

Mia blushed, unaccustomed to such intimacy from a man. She twisted her body slightly, but Ryan held her tightly in his arms. 

"You want revenge? I can help you. I brought all the guns and equipment from the police station's armory with the armored vehicle. They're in the basement of this building." 

"Really?" Mia was a little surprised. She had feared that she wouldn't have the chance to prove herself. After all, while her combat skills were decent, she was not as formidable as Ryan, who relied more on firearms and other weapons. 

"Of course. In the future, you can also help train these women. They've never even touched a gun before, and they need at least some self-defense skills." 

Mia's heart wavered. Was this trust? 

Or was Ryan testing her? By putting her in charge of managing and training the women in firearm use, wasn't he worried that she might pose a threat to him? 

Whatever Mia was thinking, Ryan left after making the arrangements, leaving her alone in the room… 

It was the fifth day since the apocalypse began. By now, most parts of the world had already descended into chaos. Although some semblance of order still remained, it was on the brink of collapse. 

The communication system hadn't completely shut down, but it was severely impacted. As a last resort, the government had even activated a backup local area network to facilitate nationwide communication. 

On television, nearly all entertainment programming had ceased. Only a handful of essential broadcasts remained, covering news from across the country, zombie movements, and government announcements. 

Ryan casually turned off the TV, feeling a bit bored. He yawned… 

Olivia lay comfortably on the sofa beside him, resting her head on Ryan's lap like a spoiled pet seeking attention, clinging to him affectionately. 

"You're slacking off again?" Ryan looked at the smiling girl lying between his legs with amusement. 

"N-no, I just miss my master and want to stay by his side~," Olivia said guiltily. 

Although Ryan had ordered Mia to take charge of training the people in the base—including teaching them how to use firearms, physical training, and more—Mia was very responsible. She did her best to teach them, and now there were already some results. They weren't experts, but at least they could shoot. 

Ryan didn't want the women in his harem to be mere decorations. Otherwise, he alone wouldn't be able to manage the entire settlement in the city.

As more women joined later, they would eventually need to go out, kill zombies, and expand their power. It was better to start training now. 

Currently, there were about a dozen women in the hospital, but not all of them were willing to train. Only a few, like Jessica and Lily, showed real interest in learning. 

However, someone like Olivia preferred to slack off. That being said, expecting delicate and fragile girls like her to learn how to shoot and kill zombies was no easy task. 

After all, compared to men, women were naturally at a physical disadvantage, making them weaker in combat. Mia was a special case, but Ryan didn't expect them to become powerful—he just wanted them to be able to protect themselves. 

After all, no matter how strong firearms were, they still couldn't compare to supernatural abilities. He was very interested in the abilities that could only be unlocked when one's physical stats reached 100. Now that was true extraordinary power—absolutely overwhelming strength. 

"Alright, I know exactly what you're thinking~," Ryan said, pinching Olivia's little face. 

"Uh… I'm sorry, Master, I was wrong~," Olivia lowered her head in embarrassment, her little scheme completely exposed. 

To put it simply, she just didn't like going out every day to kill zombies, getting covered in dust and grime. It was dirty and dangerous—nothing compared to staying by her master's side and being pampered. 

"If you know you're wrong, then go. If I'm not around, are you just going to wait to die when facing zombies? You don't want to be just a pretty decoration, do you~?" 

"I'm sorry, Master! I'll go find Sister Mia right now~!" With that, she hurriedly ran downstairs. 

Ryan glanced at the scene below. Over the past few days, he had cleared out all the zombies around the hospital building, making the area much safer.

At least for now, there were no immediate dangers in moving around. 

In the open space, Mia was patiently teaching a group of women how to use firearms. As the saying goes, sharpshooters are trained with bullets.

After several days of practice, their shooting was starting to look decent. Without a doubt, Mia was an excellent instructor. While Ryan's shooting skills weren't bad, he didn't have the same teaching ability, nor did he have the time or patience for it.

Going downstairs, the women knelt down respectfully when they saw Ryan coming, because those who were disrespectful and submissive had been taught a lesson. Olivia, Ryan's loyal lackey, had already taught the other women in the base how to be obedient.