Apocalypse with my SSS Harem Beauties-Chapter 177: Something Happened

Victor wiped the blood from the edge of his cleaver and looked toward Myles.

Myles stood a short distance away with his blade still pressed against the throat of the enemy leader. Victor had no idea who the man was. He had seen him earlier among the opposing group, but he never bothered to remember their faces.

To Victor, they were just enemies.

He rested the heavy greenish cleaver against his shoulder and glanced at the others as they regrouped.

"What is Myles doing?" Victor asked.

George shrugged slightly. "No idea."

Daniel shook his head as well.

"But he must have a reason," Ethan said calmly. "Myles wouldn’t stop the battle like that without a good reason."

They all understood that much. The enemies had clearly intended to kill them. Stopping the fight in the middle of that didn’t make sense unless Myles had something in mind.

A moment later, a shadow passed over them.

Lilian descended from the air and landed smoothly beside Myles. Her wings folded behind her as if the battle around them had never existed.

Her indifferent eyes moved to Jack.

He was lying on the ground with a broken arm and a wounded leg, looking completely pitiful.

Lilian studied him for a second. Then she looked at Myles.

"What are you planning to do with him?" she asked.

Myles didn’t move the blade from Jack’s throat.

"This man has information I want," he said.

Lilian stared at Jack again. Then she simply sighed. Her expression made it clear that she didn’t care what happened to him.

Soon the others arrived behind Myles.

Victor, Daniel, George, Ethan, Samantha, Clara, and Kade gathered together, forming a loose circle around the captured man.

They all looked at Myles, waiting.

Myles glanced back at them. "This group belongs to Red."

The reaction was immediate. Everyone’s attention snapped toward Jack.

Ethan’s eyes narrowed.

"So this is one of them. Part of that damned evil group." He glanced at the scattered corpses on the battlefield. "No wonder they tried to kill us immediately."

Jack heard those words and clenched his jaw. Part of him wanted to argue that from his perspective, Myles and his group looked far more evil. They had slaughtered his people without hesitation.

But Jack stayed silent. He didn’t dare provoke them.

Victor looked down at Jack, then back at Myles.

"So you want to ask him about Red’s group?"

Myles nodded.

Victor rubbed his chin for a moment.

"Hm. Good idea." He tilted his head slightly as he looked at Jack. "If he refuses to talk, we can just kill him and his group here."

Jack felt his stomach drop. He slowly lifted his head and looked around. Every single person standing around him looked calm.

None of them objected to Victor’s words. No one showed hesitation.

In that moment, Jack realized again that these people were no different from Red. They were just as ruthless.

Myles lowered his gaze to Jack again.

"Now tell me more about Red and his group," he said calmly. "How many people does he have and what weaknesses does his camp have?"

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Far away on the surface.

Red sat inside of a room in the building at the center of his camp, slowly sharpening his sword. The metal blade scraped against the whetstone with a slow, steady sound.

Beside him lay a woman. Her body was covered with countless deep slashes. Blood spread across the ground beneath her, forming a dark pool that soaked into the dirt.

She was naked. And dying.

Her breathing was weak and uneven.

Yet Red had carefully avoided cutting anything that would kill her immediately.

He wanted her to stay alive for now.

During the time he waited for the group he had sent into the dungeon trial, boredom had begun to creep into his mind.

So he had taken one of the women from the camp just to entertain himself.

Now the woman was barely clinging to life.

But Red still had not received any news from the group inside the dungeon.

His expression slowly darkened. This was unacceptable.

He stopped sharpening the sword and glanced toward the rest of the camp.

An ominous frown slowly formed on his face. It seemed he would need to take another one just to pass the time.

The blade had already become sharp enough to shave skin, but Red continued anyway. The quiet, repetitive motion helped pass the time for now.

Then suddenly something changed. A strange sensation crawled across his skin.

Red’s hand stopped moving. The whetstone paused against the sword edge. He didn’t move at all.

A heavy feeling pressed against his body. It was subtle but unmistakable. It felt like invisible eyes had suddenly fixed themselves on him. Watching him.

And those ’eyes’ carried a cold pressure that settled on the back of his neck.

Red slowly raised his head. His instincts screamed danger.

Not the ordinary kind that came from fighting monsters or ambushes from other survivors. This was different. Something far more ominous. Something that felt like a predator far above him on the food chain had suddenly noticed his existence.

Red stood up immediately. His eyes moved across the room but he saw nothing.

The small chamber remained silent. The walls stood still. The weak sunlight leaking through the cracks of the wooden structure didn’t reveal anything unusual.

The dying woman beside him barely twitched.

He was alone.

But Red’s instincts had never failed him before. The ominous pressure still clung to his senses.

Something dangerous was here.

He tightened his grip around the short sword and slowly turned his head, scanning every corner of the room again. His muscles tensed, ready to react at any moment.

"What the hell...?" He muttered quietly. Why could he feel it but not see it?

Red was sitting right in the center of his camp. Dozens of his men were stationed outside. If a monster had somehow slipped close to him, someone would have noticed already. The guards would have shouted. The entire camp would have been alerted immediately.

But everything outside remained quiet. No alarms or commotion. Only the faint distant noise of people moving around the camp.

So what was this feeling?

Red’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t dismiss the sensation. Ignoring instincts was how people died in this world. If something was here, he would find it.

Then something appeared.

Right above his head a thin strand of dark smoke slowly formed in the air.

Red immediately looked up.

The smoke twisted like a living thing. It gathered together into a faint swirling cloud just beneath the ceiling.

His eyes sharpened.

"Wha-"

Before he could react, the dark smoke suddenly dropped. It rushed downward like a living shadow. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Red barely had time to open his mouth before the smoke surged into his face.

It poured into his eyes. Into his nose and his mouth.

His body stiffened instantly.

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