Surviving the Apocalypse: All I Want Is to Find a Husband
Chapter 115: Unexpected Deliveries (1)

Chapter 115: Unexpected Deliveries (1)

Nico stared at her, unsure whether to feel honored or burdened by her words. His grip on the bow tightened as his heart filled with so much emotion.

Medeia also didn’t like the concept of putting the burden on just a few people. However, she knew a lot about humans’ nature.

Eventually, they would force him to become their hope and if Nico couldn’t handle the pressure he might become the Lost.

Medeia thought it would be worse than seeing him die.

[Your heart is so soft now, Host.]

Medeia groaned. ’Oh, shut up.’

She was just being sentimental after killing so many kids in the Warstock.

"It’s a lot to ask of you," Medeia admitted, crouching to his eye level. "And I know it’s hard. But if you run away now, you’ll be running for the rest of your life."

Her words sank in, heavier than the bow in his hands. Nico swallowed hard, and all of the anger in his heart suddenly disappeared.

"I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you," Nico said, his voice low and filled with frustration. "I’m just angry because I keep failing, no matter how much I practice. Maybe I’m just not talented enough for this."

"Nonsense," Medeia stood up. Her tone turned sharp and icy. "Even a man without hands can learn to wield a weapon if he has the will to do it."

She pushed him back to the training ground. "Now, come on. I want you to hit the bullseye at the end of the day."

Medeia climbed on the boulder so she could observe other students. She had teached around 7 students since the first day.

The number wasn’t that impressive, but that was because the population at the base was still relatively small.

She sighed, thinking she might need to adjust her way to teaching. Perhaps if she softened her attitude, she could train more people without worrying about giving them a heart attack.

When she worried about having to become nicer, she suddenly heard the system’s annoying voice.

[Host, I want to remind you about your romance quest.]

[Time-Limit: 4 days.]

"You’re seriously not going to give me a clue?" Medeia groaned in frustration. "You forbid me from asking Lucian or his family, so how am I supposed to figure out his old job?"

"Does ’soldier’ not count as his old job?"

[The system wants you to find the information about his job before the apocalypse, Host!]

"You didn’t specify in that quest," Medeia said, pausing for a moment. "If I’m not mistaken, all you asked was for me to find out Lucian’s former occupation, so soldier counts!"

[No! The system won’t count that as his former occupation!]

"Why not?!"

[Do you think Lucian wants to admit that he was a soldier to others?]

Medeia immediately closed her mouth, the thought hitting her like a brick.

Of course, Lucian wouldn’t want to admit it.

It would be like digging up his deepest traumas, and Medeia didn’t want him to feel bad anymore.

But, wait.

The system even didn’t care about his trauma back then.

"You’re just trying to find an excuse!" she snapped.

[Host, you just have to try harder to find his information!]

"I’m trying hard enough! You’re just too hard to please!"

Medeia was silent for a moment because her words sounded exactly like something Nico would say.

If this wasn’t karma, then Medeia didn’t know what it was.

While Medeia was lost in thought, she suddenly heard the sound of many cars approaching the base.

"Leader! I see people coming!" reported the guard from the tower.

Medeia immediately jumped off the boulder and walked toward the gate.

"Who are they?" Nico followed behind her, clutching his bow. "Are they bandits?"

"No, they’re not." Medeia pushed Nico to stand behind her. "I don’t think bandits can get too close to the gate.."

Richard had helped her to set up traps in Red Canyon, making it impossible for outsiders, like bandits, to pass through without getting injured, let alone reach the gate.

The only people who could detect these traps were those who had set them, people from Junk Garden and the Red Star Alliance.

"I think they’re from the Junk Garden," guessed Medeia, but she didn’t let her guard down.

"But why didn’t they bring materials to build the base?" Nico asked, curious.

Medeia had the same question in her mind. Richard had promised to return to the Red Star Alliance next week with more materials to build sturdy quarters for the winter.

However, why did they arrive so soon?

"Let go of me!"

Medeia furrowed her brow when she heard the sound of a woman’s scream coming from the car, not just one, but several.

Something was wrong.

"Bear!" Medeia called the wolf. "Bring Lucian here!"

Bear howled once before it ran as fast as the wind to the place where Lucian was training his students.

Medeia summoned her abyssal sword and approached the gate. She signaled to the guards to raise their weapons toward the cars, ready to shoot if they posed a threat.

"Don’t shoot!" A man extended his hand from the car. He shouted, "We’re just delivering things from The Junk Garden’s Leader!"

"Then step out of the car so I can see your faces," Medeia said firmly. She sharpened her gaze and gripped the hilt of her sword.

She waited for a moment, but no one answered her except for ear-piercing screams. Medeia creased her forehead, realizing that the women’s voices were oddly familiar to her.

"Our leader promised to speed up the construction if you don’t let them escape from your base!"

His statement only made Medeia more confused. But before she could process their words any further, they suddenly threw a group of women out of the car, five women, to be exact.

"It’s so hard to bring them here, so please! I beg you, don’t let them escape!"

One of the women, who looked similar to Lucian, shouted, "You bastards! How dare you force us to leave the fucking dump field!"