Surviving the Apocalypse: All I Want Is to Find a Husband
Chapter 26: A Woman’s Beauty is A Deadly Weapon

Chapter 26: A Woman’s Beauty is A Deadly Weapon

Medeia’s eyes fluttered open as she heard people chattered around her. Her body ached, and cold iron bit into her wrist. She sat up slowly, only to realize she was encased in a metal cage, the bars rusted but sturdy.

The air smelled of oil and damp earth hit her nose, making her creased her forehead. She glanced around, looking at the grim surroundings. The Stormclad base loomed within the Red Canyon, a fortress of steel and stone hidden beneath crimson cliffs.

The dust was flying everywhere, making Medeia cough several times. The men surrounding her immediately turned their heads to her, smiling widely as the sleeping beauty was finally awake.

"Good morning, princess." a man with a metal hand approached her. His clothes were covered in oil and dirt, so Medeia immediately backed away and held her breath.

"Eddie is right! She is a good stuff!" He shouted, "Our leader must be happy to have a new beautiful wife."

Medeia spat in his face. "I would rather die than marry your leader." She spoke without fear. "Besides, I already have a potential husband."

The man before her, Chekov, rubbed his cheek. He smiled, but suddenly pulled the chain around Medeia’s neck until she hit the cage.

"Mind your place, woman," he said, "and if you’re talking about the man you were with, I’m sure Redbeard has killed him by now."

Instead of getting scared, she laughed as if she enjoyed it. "Then where is his body?"

Chekov released the chain. "You’ll see it when Redbeard returns."

Medeia rolled her eyes. "I doubt he’ll come back alive."

Chekov wanted to pull her again, but someone stopped him. "Stop it. Leader won’t like it if we hurt his future wife."

Chekov clicked his tongue, then said to Medeia, "You’re lucky you have a pretty face." He pointed to a slave wearing a mask. "Or you’ll end up like her."

The woman was wearing a sheer white dress, the kind of clothing that would make her feel humiliated. She handed out glasses of water to the men, but they couldn’t stop harassing her.

They thought she was an ugly thing, so they decided to cover her face and lust over her body.

They were disgusting.

The kind of people Medeia would torture once they got to Hell.

The world was ruined, but should their humanity also be gone? Even Medeia couldn’t distinguish them from the demons.

"Where is your leader?" Medeia Medeia shifted her glances to every part of the room. "If he wants to marry me, at least let me see his face."

"He’s busy, so you can’t see him right now. Besides, what’s the point? You’re not in the right place to reject or accept him." He reminded her, "You are in hell now, Hun. The only thing you can do is obey our order."

Medeia laughed so loudly that her voice echoed through the room. "Hell? Oh, boy ... bold of you to assume I’m afraid of hell."

Chekov wrinkled his forehead, thinking Medeia had lost her mind. He spoke to another man, "Is she really a good choice for our leader? She seems a bit ... mental?"

"Who cares about her mind? As long as she is pretty and can get pregnant, our leader will like her.

Medeia wasn’t sure if their leader was really that busy. Judging from his disgusting subordinates, she was sure that the leader was even more disgusting than they were.

He loved beautiful women, so she assumed that he would take the time to see her right away.

Hence, she deduced that the reason some of his men were looking for many medicinal herbs in the Vermillion Forest was because the Stormclad leader was seriously ill.

That was why, he couldn’t meet her now.

Speaking of the forest, Medeia wondered what would happen to Lucian after she left?

Would he be sad when he knew she was gone?

Furthermore, would he use the mystical compass, or just throw it away, thinking it was broken?

[You are gambling here, Host]

Medeia sighed. ’What do you want me to do? Splash their faces with fresh water? Just look at my tied hands, dumbass!’

[Foul language detected! Penalty -20 C-points!]

If you can’t help me, just shut up!

[How about we make a deal, host?]

Medeia raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the system. ’What kind of deal?’

[The system can let host use one of host’s demon skills for 15 minutes in exchange for 1,900 C-points and 10, 000 gold coins]

What an interesting offer!

But the price was pretty expensive.

Her C-points were only 1,960, so she would not be able to curse at all after accepting that offer.

However, she really wanted to accept the tempting offer.

’Quick question, will I be punished if I kill evil people?’

[No. Host will get rewards for eliminating evildoers instead!]

Medeia smiled. ’Okay, let’s make a deal.’

[Which skill would you like to use, host?]

Medeia thought for a moment. She looked at the degraded men, then smiled. ’Seduction.’

[Are you sure, host? You have many interesting skills! Taking souls, perhaps?]

’No, the result will not be that interesting.’ Medeia said, ’Process it, now.’

[Processing the deal ...]

[... processing completed]

[Ding! Ding! Host can use seduction skills for 15 minutes!]

[Skill effect: Increase chance of favorable outcome in negotiation or conflict]

Medeia felt a strange power surge through her body. Her head gradually became lighter and her confidence was higher than before.

She finally felt alive again!

The color of her eyes changed from sapphire to ruby. It was a noticeable change, but once humans were trapped in her power, they wouldn’t notice it.

She moved closer to the bars and tugged at Chekov’s shirt. "Hey, handsome, can you talk to me for a second?"

Her voice sounded fruity and sexy in his ears, and Chekov could not resist.

He knelt down in front of the cage, then moved his ears closer to hers. "What do you want?"

Medeia touched his chin with her slender fingers. "Since the beginning, I can’t stop thinking about you. You are so handsome and strong. It really made me sad when you said you’d give me to your leader.