Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 193 Six Girls, One Man, No Clothes

By the time Magnus reached Hanford City, darkness had already swallowed the sky. Alone, he moved in silence. On the outskirts, he found piles of corpses chewed through by spider-centipedes. Many bodies had gunshot wounds - likely the work of Emily and her group.

Judging by how much had been ripped from the flesh, they’d been dead at least a day.

He glanced up. No moon tonight. In this apocalypse, no streetlights, no lit homes - just a thick, pressing black. He could barely see his hand in front of him. Everything felt warped, hazy.

Slipping into the city, he scouted two residential blocks. No sign of life. Abandoned cars were pushed up onto sidewalks - clear traces of a massive convoy.

Outside an Adidas clothing store, a black Passat sat crumpled, wrecked beyond shape. Webs clung everywhere - from buildings to streets - spider-centipedes squatting on walls and pavement. Magnus wasn’t rattled. Not with the Metal Crystal coursing through him. But his thumb told a different story - the golden light there was fading fast. Time on the crystal was almost up.

He climbed into the back of the ruined Passat, pulled a new Metal Crystal from his space and crushed it in one hand to recharge.

Just as he steadied his breath, something snagged his attention - barely audible whispers from the clothing store. Faint and fleeting. He strained to listen again. Nothing.

Something was off. The store’s rolling gate was shut, yet its lock was broken. If someone had searched this place, they wouldn’t bother closing it behind them. But here it was - sealed tight.

Yanking up the gate, Magnus flicked on his flashlight. The glass inside the doorway had been shattered. Inside, dead quiet. No movement at all.

He pulled the gate back down behind him. Someone was definitely here. The last thing he needed was to stumble into a room full of infected while someone needed saving.

The beam from his flashlight cut through the gloom. The store was in shambles. Most of the shirts, likely torn off mannequins as neck guards, were gone. A few single basketball shoes scattered about - display pieces, not pairs.

He moved down the line of fitting rooms, knocking, pushing open doors. Nothing. To the right, stairs led up to the second-floor storage.

Upstairs, he scanned the windows - makeshift coverings blocked them out. Boxes slammed against the frames like a barricade.

"Come out. I’m not here to hurt anyone."

Magnus directed his light to one corner - piled trash, broken planks, some display shelves. He walked over, yanked two crooked shelves aside, nudged the junk pile with his boot.

Nothing.

Confused, he frowned. Had he gotten it wrong?

Then his eyes narrowed. Those cardboard boxes on the windows - who uses boxes to block a window?

He swung the beam back to the window, strode over, and yanked the boxes away.

A piercing scream burst out from behind it - a woman’s voice.

"Down here. All of you! Come down!"

Magnus had been prepared for this. His flashlight beam lit up the three women crouched by the window. The pane had been sealed up with wooden boards, and they’d stacked large cardboard boxes around it for cover. That’s probably why the Ridgebreak Battalion had passed through without spotting them.

The three girls trembled as they climbed down. One of them couldn’t help glancing toward another boarded-up window. Magnus followed her gaze. More cardboard blocked that one too...

Six girls in total, young, all seated in a line near the window, heads hanging low. Magnus shone the flashlight across their faces, voice cold and to the point. "I’ll keep this short. Answer a few questions and I’ll leave. You can go back to hiding here."

"First - has a large military group rolled into Hanford recently? Or have they been stationed here all along?"

"I know!" one girl said, raising her hand. But the light hit her eyes - she quickly ducked her head again. Magnus turned the beam toward the ceiling.

"What do you know?" he asked.

She looked up hesitantly. "A week ago, soldiers suddenly flooded into the city. Lots of trucks. They took people... kidnapped them. We saw through the cracks - so many got dragged away. Men who fought back got killed. The women... they took them."

"How many soldiers?"

She shook her head. "I don’t know. Just... a lot."

"Do you know where they’re staying?"

Another head shake. But then the girl next to her chimed in, "We think they went to Hanford Advanced Finance College. I studied there. The campus was secure. Our principal made sure we locked it down tight..."

The girl talked for several minutes. Magnus listened quietly, then nodded. "Got it. Thanks. I’ll head there and take a look."

He turned to go, but the girl who spoke earlier suddenly called out, "Wait - sir, wait!"

He stopped and looked back. She had stood up for a moment, but now she crouched again, voice trembling, eyes pleading. "Do you... have any food? We haven’t eaten in days..."

Food - he had that. Cans, bottled water, chocolate, jerky... all stored in his space. Seeing how desperate they were, he tilted the flashlight away, shielding his movements. Then he took out ten cans, several bars of chocolate and beef jerky, and a full crate of mineral water. When he lit up the supplies on the ground, the six girls sprang up at once, eyes locked on the stash, gulping hungrily.

They were starving. The same girl pointed at the food and asked softly, "Mister... is this really for us?"

"Yeah. Eat," Magnus said, lightly nudging the water crate forward with his foot.

If he weren’t in such a rush to rescue someone, he might’ve considered bringing these girls into the Ice Regiment.

Thinking this, he added, "I’ve got something to do now. But if you ever feel like you can’t survive out here, you’re welcome to join our team. We’re mostly women - " 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

He suddenly paused, a thought hitting him. He glanced at the girls.

"From the time those monsters showed up till now... what’ve you been eating?"