Lust System: Harem In Two Different Timelines-Chapter 119: Let’s Play A Game

The moment Blake and the others entered the warehouse, the entire dark underground space instantly became brightly lit.

The sudden burst of light made Blake and the others reflexively shield their eyes with their hands. However, the next moment, as they saw the rows of shelves and the scattered supplies placed on them, everyone screamed with excitement.

In the computer surveillance footage, chaos immediately erupted. The group, seeing the large quantities of supplies and food on the shelves, went wild with excitement, rushing forward like madmen to loot the food and water on the shelves.

The surveillance footage showed complete disorder, with several middle-aged women even physically fighting over a single pack of instant noodles.

The shouts and commotion of the crowd were so loud that they could be clearly heard even in the surveillance room.

The vast, enclosed underground warehouse acted like an amplifier, gradually magnifying the sounds and making them reverberate throughout the empty space above.

Yasin watched the frenzied scene on the surveillance screen, a cold smile curling at the corners of his lips.

"Do you see this? Doesn’t it look like a carnival? Do you think we should play some music for them?"

Yasin glanced at one of the surveillance feeds showing the iron gate separating the garage. The screen was filled with a dense, black mass of zombies gathering in increasing numbers, pressing against the gate and howling, causing the iron bars to shake violently.

After speaking, Yasin lightly pressed a button on the control panel.

The next moment, the melodious sound of a violin suddenly echoed through the warehouse. The large speakers in the warehouse trembled as the elegant violin music filled the entire space.

Yasin picked up the microphone and said with a cold laugh, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our carnival party."

As soon as Yasin finished speaking, Pavarotti’s rich, magnetic tenor voice suddenly blared through the speakers.

In the footage, the looting crowd abruptly stopped in panic, looking around in terror. The soaring tenor voice echoing through the warehouse snapped them out of their frenzied state.

"Who the fuck is that?! Show yourself, motherfucker!" Blake fired a shot at the ceiling, furiously shouting at his surroundings.

Now calmer, the group began to realize that something was terribly wrong with the warehouse.

Everything felt unnaturally eerie!

The sudden lights, the insane music, and that eerie male voice...

As this realization dawned on them, the crowd grew increasingly frantic. In the footage, everyone ran around like headless chickens, and the scene quickly descended into chaos again.

Outside the warehouse, the iron gate separating it from the parking lot was already covered with zombies. Under the influence of the soaring, melodious tenor, the zombies seemed to join in the frenzied carnival.

The zombies clinging to the iron gate desperately banged against it, their howls growing even more intense.

"Roar!~~~ Roar!~~~"

"Huff!~~~ Huff huff huff!~~~~"

"Ugh!~~ Ugh ugh!~~~"

Yasin’s lips curled into an evil smile as he gracefully danced an awkward tango toward Sophia, bowing like a gentleman and extending his hand.

Sophia stood frozen in shock, instinctively placing her hand in Yasin’s.

Yasin smiled faintly, politely leading Sophia to a button and saying softly, "Beautiful Officer Sophia, the carnival has begun. Now, it’s up to you to decide whether to invite our passionate zombie friends to join the party."

Sophia stared in horror at the screen showing the frenzied zombies, her entire body trembling uncontrollably.

Even Kory and Clarissa, who had always harbored deep hatred for Blake and his men, looked terrified.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Everyone in the surveillance room watched Sophia with bated breath.

If Sophia pressed the button controlling the electric switch for the iron gate, the barrier keeping the zombies out would slowly open.

At that moment, hordes of zombies would rush into the warehouse like rabid dogs, pouncing on Blake and the others.

Everyone in the warehouse would be torn to pieces...

Not only would Blake and his evil cronies die, but even the ignorant bystanders would meet a gruesome end.

This was murder!

Brutal, insane murder!

Sophia finally understood that the seemingly harmless man before her had planned everything from the start.

He was intelligent, patient, evil, and ruthless.

Beneath his harmless exterior lurked the heart of a vengeful demon.

Yet, toward his woman, he was as gentle as an angel, full of gentlemanly charm, tender care, and unwavering devotion...

This man was almost the exact opposite of her late husband, Rick.

Rick was selfless and compassionate. Yasin was selfish and calculating.

Rick sacrificed his family and followers for the greater good, demanding they all selflessly serve others.

Yasin cared only for his own circle, showing no mercy to enemies or outsiders.

This man was far from noble, let alone great.

But right now, Sophia felt incredibly grateful... that she was his woman.

...

Yasin was also watching Sophia.

This was both a test and a trial for her.

Sophia’s decision would determine her future fate.

If she remained naive and unable to adapt to the brutality of the apocalypse, she would only ever be Yasin’s casual lover in this outpost, and he wouldn’t care much about her well-being beyond that.

But if Sophia could successfully transform, then her background as a police officer would earn Yasin’s favor.

She would become a key figure in Yasin’s next plans. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The melodious violin and Pavarotti’s rich tenor voice merged into the beautiful world-famous "Requiem," reaching a soaring climax within the vast, enclosed warehouse.

Sophia’s trembling hand slowly loosened, and the next moment, under the watchful eyes of everyone in the surveillance room, she abruptly pressed the button for the electric door switch!

"Click click click..."

The iron gate blocking the horde of zombies in the garage slowly creaked open amidst violent shaking.

The frenzied zombies surged out like a flood unleashed from a broken dam, howling and roaring as they charged into the warehouse.

From outside came a series of shrill screams and desperate pleas.

The growls of the zombies, the agonized wails, the cries for help, the gunshots, the sounds of tearing flesh...

It was like the ecstatic cheers of an audience in a grand concert hall.

...

"Ah!!!~~~~ Help me!~~~~ Someone save me!~~~ Ah!—"

"Run!!~~~ The zombies are coming!~~~~ Help!!~~~ Ah!—"

"Help!~~ Ah!~~~ Save—"

"Motherfucker! Someone set us up! Run!!"

Watching several middle-aged women screaming and scrambling toward the warehouse entrance only to be pounced on by zombies and torn to pieces, Blake staggered backward, firing several shots to kill two approaching zombies before roaring at the people around him, "Quick! Find somewhere to hide!"

"Ah!~~ Ah!~~~ Blake! Save me!~~~" Francis shrieked as she chased after Blake, with several rabid zombies hot on her heels.

"Fuck you!" Blake kicked Francis to the ground.

Seizing the moment while the zombies tore into Francis, Blake turned and sprinted away.

"Here! Blake! There’s a room here! Get in!!" A long-haired young man suddenly reached out from behind a metal door, yanking Blake inside.

With a loud "clang," the heavy door slammed shut.

Blake glanced around—it was a small freezer. Since there was no electricity, it wasn’t cold inside, but the stench of decay lingered in the air.

Aside from Blake and the long-haired young man, there were also two young women and the married couple inside the freezer.

"Goddammit! Who the fuck set us up?! Just wait till I get out, I’ll tear that bastard to pieces!" Blake roared furiously, panting as he leaned against the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Open the door! Open the door!!~~ Save me!!~~~"

"Big bro! Open up!! Please!~~~ Save me!~~ Save me!~~~"

Frantic knocking and desperate wails came from outside the door. Susan and the scar-faced young man wailed hysterically, pounding on the metal door. Behind them, a massive swarm of zombies surged forward.

Blake pressed his weight against the door, legs trembling, his right hand gripping the door handle tightly—he had no intention of opening it.

Soon, agonized screams and the sounds of zombies tearing into flesh and chewing filled the air outside.

Inside the room, deathly silence fell. Everyone, including Blake, collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

...

In the surveillance room, Yasin coldly watched as the people on the screen were pounced on one by one, torn apart into bloody chunks by the frenzied zombies.

This god-like perspective filled Yasin with satisfaction.

As the soaring and melodious "Requiem" came to an end, Yasin turned off the music and shifted his gaze to the footage outside the warehouse.

Lured by the music and the scent of flesh, all the zombies in the underground garage had flooded into the warehouse—another one of Yasin’s goals had been achieved.

With a light press of the switch, the two large metal doors—the warehouse entrance and the passage gate—slowly closed, trapping all the zombies inside.

Yasin’s eyes returned to the footage from the freezer. Inside, Blake and the five other survivors were desperately searching for an escape route.

A cold smirk curled Yasin’s lips as he picked up the microphone and spoke in a sinister tone, "Ladies and gentlemen, congratulations on surviving. Unfortunately, you’re now trapped in a freezer, surrounded by zombies. How about we play a game? The winner will earn my help and the right to keep living."

On the screen, the panicked group of six all looked up at the camera simultaneously. Blake even raised his gun, pointing it at the camera and roaring in fury.

Since the camera had no audio function, Yasin and the others couldn’t hear what Blake was saying.

Yasin continued with amusement, "Blake, don’t bother trying to scare me with your gun. Do you even have bullets left? If you want to live, you’d better do exactly as I say."

Watching Blake’s furious yet helpless expression on the screen, Kory and the others burst into relieved laughter.

Even Sophia couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction. This intoxicating feeling of control and vengeance was starting to become addictive for her.