Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 149 He Was Eaten. Then He Walked

Rat beast!

"Hold position! Stay alert!"

Magnus barked the order and vanished in a blur toward the spot where Alex had disappeared.

Alex was still struggling, still screaming. The rat beast was big, but not fast enough in the woods. Magnus, nimble and sharp, caught up within meters.

Sensing the danger, the rat beast dropped Alex and turned to bare its fangs, backing away until it hit a tree.

A First Awakening and Second Awakening - the difference was night and day. Two First Awakened wouldn’t stand a chance against a single Second Awakened. Speed alone was crush-worthy. Give that Second Awakened a blade? The fight ends before it begins.

Magnus had nearly died fighting a rat beast back in a dance studio, back when he hadn’t awakened fully. But now? Deep in the forest, strength surged in him.

He pulled out a one-meter combat spike strapped to his leg. One leap to the left, foot on a tree trunk. Another bound right, springing higher. With fluid motion, he kicked up to five meters above, twisted mid-air, gripped his spike tight, and drove it straight toward the beast’s skull.

It saw him. Clear as day. But by the time it reacted, the spike had already slammed into its eye.

A wet pop. Blood sprayed like a geyser, soaking Magnus from head to toe.

No pause. He yanked the spike free and drove it into the other eye. Then again. And again.

Half a minute later, the beast let out one last wail and collapsed.

Magnus sat back against the beast’s corpse, breathing heavy. He turned to look at Alex’s body - dead cold.

He stood slowly, exhaled, then pressed his right pinky against the middle finger of his left. White mist curled from his hand.

Twenty seconds later, Alex’s eyes cracked open. Not much time had passed since he died - he sat up fast, blinking in confusion. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"I... I’m not dead?"

"You were. I pulled you back." Magnus stepped over, looked him up and down. His shirt had two gaping tears, but the skin beneath was spotless. Magnus rummaged through his pack and tossed over a shirt. "Put this on. Don’t ask questions. We keep moving."

"Right! Yeah!" Alex muttered, tying the shirt around his waist to cover the holes. He glanced up at the sky - the giant mosquitoes overhead hadn’t swooped during his death. Lucky break.

Alex didn’t poke for answers. Magnus told him not to ask, so he didn’t. He just got back on his feet and led the way.

Now, a snake coiled at his waist, acting like a belt. They set out at 6:30 in the morning. Willowglen Village was tucked far off the beaten path, so Magnus’s team kept walking until nightfall. It was already past 7 p.m. when Alex pointed ahead, his voice trembling with excitement. "There, there! That’s it! That’s our village right up ahead!"

Willowglen Village lay nestled between two towering mountains, deep in a narrow ravine. No rice fields here - just terraced plots carved into the hillsides. They grew corn and ginseng, scraping out a living from the hard soil.

When they reached the village entrance, Magnus raised his binoculars, scanning the landscape. He asked, "Alex, where’s that meteorite mountain you mentioned?"

"Ha!" Grinning wide, Alex raised a hand over his eyes, pointing with the other - still gripping his kitchen knife - toward the gap between the two peaks. "See that one without trees? Used to be just a hill. Now look at it - bigger than the real mountains, right? Looks like a whole mountain, doesn’t it? Ha!"

He wasn’t exaggerating.

Magnus adjusted his binoculars in the direction Alex pointed. Even though he’d heard the story before, he wouldn’t have noticed that mountain if Alex hadn’t shown him directly.

This... this wasn’t a meteorite "crater" - it was a damn mountain! A whole one!

It was massive. Nearly the size of its neighboring peaks.

Magnus lowered the binoculars, dumbfounded. Molly snatched them out of his hands and took a look for herself. Her eyes widened. "Whoa! That really is a meteorite!"

"Seriously? Let me see!" Lucy grabbed the binoculars next. Her reaction mirrored Molly’s - both women gasped with amazement.

They’d dug up plenty of meteorites before, but never anything this huge.

If they tried excavating this one? With all 150 people working nonstop, they wouldn’t finish in twenty days. Might take a full year.

Suppressing the bubbling excitement inside, Magnus led the others into Alex’s village. Surprisingly, the place was well-preserved - maybe due to its remote location and low population.

Most young folks had left for work in the cities long ago. When the world collapsed, none of them came back. The ones who remained were mostly the elderly and some left-behind kids.

Alex greeted them warmly and brought them inside. About a hundred households still existed, around 170 people left alive. The villagers banded together and fenced off the perimeter with makeshift barricades. Wooden palings and rusted nails - it’d keep out a few minor threats.

Every window in the village was nailed shut with iron or wooden planks. Clearly, the fences weren’t enough.

Seeing so many strangers arrive, every able-bodied villager came out - men, women, seniors, even kids - craning necks and whispering to each other. Like Alex, they wore just thin clothes, their heads wrapped in scraps of cloth, glasses on their faces.

Magnus frowned. He looked skyward. Mosquito swarms still lingered above, this deep into dusk. The flying things weren’t gone - not completely.

Then why weren’t these villagers getting bitten, dressed like that?

He turned to Alex, puzzled. "Hey Alex, your people here... they’re not afraid of those sky-bugs?"

"Oh, we’re scared, alright," Alex gave the sky a quick glance. "But we’ve got a trick, see? Everyone’s wearing protection. Look."

He walked over to a stout woman in her fifties, didn’t hesitate for a second, and lifted her shirt without warning. No one batted an eye. Magnus leaned forward.

The woman’s belly was smeared black with some gunk. He blinked, confused. "What the hell is that stuff...?"