Chapter 124: A Change in Expression!

"Fuck, what the hell…" the tattooed young man muttered, taken aback. But the moment he recognized the two figures who had suddenly appeared in front of him, his face froze in fear.

"B-B-Brother Grimm..." he stammered.

The tattooed young man was a low-ranking subordinate under Kong's command. Grim, however, was one of Kong's most trusted and powerful men. Before the apocalypse, Grim had been a nobody, but his talents in this new world had proven invaluable to Kong. The difference in their status was vast.

Grim, paying no attention to the tattooed man, quickly glanced at Meimei. Seeing that she was unharmed, he exhaled in relief.

Thank God.

If something had happened to her, he'd have been cold—dying here because of his own oversight would have been the worst possible end. But now, at least, everything seemed to be under control.

Grim snapped out of his thoughts and turned his focus back to the tattooed young man, while Novak, standing nearby, observed Meimei in person for the first time. 

Novak couldn't help but feel a bit speechless. Now he understood why he hadn't heard of Meimei in his past life. Even with her SSS-level talent, her timid nature would have made survival in the apocalypse nearly impossible. If she hadn't met him, she probably wouldn't have made it far.

"Are you alright?" Novak asked.

By this point, Meimei had already forgotten about the danger she had just been in. As soon as her Brother Novak had arrived, it was as if all the threats in the world had been erased. She stared at him, her heart fluttering. Now, seeing Novak's face without the zombie mask, she realized he was even more handsome than in her dreams. The sight made her head spin, and she felt faint.

Seeing Meimei sway slightly, Novak sighed in relief. Her mental energy had been drained. Hell Black Flame was an extremely powerful ability, but it was meant as a final trump card, not a tool for casual use. Yet this silly girl had wielded it like a simple deterrent, exhausting herself in the process.

Novak's attention turned toward Grim, who had stepped up to confront the tattooed young man.

"Brother Grim, I—" the tattooed young man began, his voice shaking.

But Grim cut him off with a cold glare. "Buthead, are you looking for death?!"

Without hesitation, Grim slapped the young man so hard that he flew backward and crashed into the floor. The sharp crack of the blow drew Novak's attention.

Seeing that Meimei was okay, Novak gently laid her down on the sofa to rest. He then turned toward the others, a calm smile spreading across his face. But that smile sent a shiver down Grim's spine.

"Why waste time?" Novak's voice was cold, as if he were discussing something trivial. "Just throw them off the building or let the zombies have them."

Grim flinched, but inwardly he was thrilled. He had a chance to prove his loyalty. "Yes, sir!" he responded eagerly.

"Grim, are you fucking insane?! Boss Kong values you, but that doesn't mean you should—"

Before the tattooed young man could finish, Grim interrupted with a sneer. "Boss Kong? Go ask him yourself when you join him in hell!"

The tattooed young man's eyes widened, his expression shifting from confusion to sudden realization.

"What do you mean by that…?"

Grim offered no explanation. Instead, he swiftly displayed his strength. Within moments, he had overpowered the young man and his companions, knocking them to the ground one by one.

Then, with no further hesitation, he hurled them out the broken window.

The sickening thud of bodies hitting the ground echoed, leaving behind nothing but a grotesque mess of flesh and blood.

Novak glanced down briefly. He was no savior, and he had no illusions about the nature of people like them. The apocalypse had turned humanity savage, and scenes like this were everywhere.

Satisfied that Meimei was resting, Novak turned to Grim. "Get rid of the rest. And come find me tomorrow morning."

"Yes, sir!" Grim responded immediately. With Kong dead, Grim was now the second most powerful person among their ranks.

As the building grew quiet, Novak spared one last glance at Meimei, who was mumbling something in her sleep. The girl was far more valuable than any treasure in this new world. If her abilities could be fully cultivated, she could prove to be irreplaceable.

But then Novak's expression changed slightly. He noticed that Meimei's legs, still clad in her cute pokemon pajamas, had begun to twitch irregularly. What was happening?

It didn't take long for Novak to realize. Meimei was having an intense dream. As her eyelids fluttered, she suddenly spoke out, her voice filled with distress.

"Brother Novak… Brother Novak… It feels good…faster~"

Novak froze for a moment, a strange chill running down his spine.

Could it be… with her talent as a Dreamwalker, had Meimei lost control of her dreams due to her mental exhaustion? How on Kepler was she having this kind of dream?

Anyone else in his shoes might have taken advantage of the situation. After all, Meimei had an irresistible charm. But Novak wasn't just anyone.

Despite the temptations, he knew Meimei was no ordinary girl. Taking risks for something like this wasn't worth it, not when she had such immense potential.

Novak closed his eyes for a moment, taking deep breaths to steady himself. But then, a sharp sensation jolted through him. He felt something stirring within his system secret warehouse—an abnormal energy fluctuation.

He refocused instantly. Inside his system warehouse, aside from the transfer scroll and the blood essence he had recently stored, there was one mysterious item: the '??,' a powerful object even the God of Trader Zogwort seemed to care about.

And now, that object was beginning to react!