Lust System: Harem In Two Different Timelines-Chapter 105: Hehe

"Next, let’s have the second meeting!"

Blake glanced around arrogantly, then sneered and said, "Although we got some food from the supermarket, the food we have now can only keep everyone going for another week at most. After a week, we must continue to go to the supermarket below to risk looking for food! Moreover, the food in the supermarket will eventually run out! We must ensure that we have enough food and water to sustain our lives before the military comes to rescue us!"

At this point, Blake looked at the people around him, his mouth curled up evilly, and he said arrogantly: "So, all the supplies from now on will be distributed by me alone! I will give more to those who are useful, and as for those who are useless, you can figure out a way yourself!"

"You...what do you mean?" an old woman looked at Blake nervously.

"That is to say, from now on, I will not distribute food equally, but according to the contribution to the shelter! Do you understand?"

Blake suddenly opened his mouth and revealed a meaningful smile.

"Blake is right. Since we don’t have much food now, we have to save some. People who are not important should eat less! For example, this black kid originally had to eat the portion for three people. I think he should find a way to find food by himself! We can’t share our supplies with this lowly black guy!"

Old man Francis was calculating and seconding the proposal by taking advantage of his age: "As for old people like us, our health is not very good to begin with. Eating expired food and compressed biscuits is very harmful to our bodies. So, I suggest that bread and other easily digestible foods be given priority to our elderly people and the elderly, weak, women and children..."

Before Francis could finish his words, Blake and the three young men behind him burst into laughter.

Yasin sneered at the clown-like old man Francis and shook his head slightly in his heart. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

This old guy was still making his own plans at this time. This time, Yasin was afraid he would shoot himself in the foot.

Yasin felt sorry for these people. He had been watching them coldly, just wanting to see what kind of nature people had in such an environment in the end times.

Today, Yasin was taught a good lesson.

Yasin turned his gaze towards Blake and said to himself, "It seems that Blake’s true face is about to be revealed. I wonder what wonderful performances these people will have next..."

Yasin’s gaze gradually turned cold, his eyes full of ridicule and mockery.

In Yasin’s opinion, although Blake and others were despicable and hateful, they at least had brains and knew how to benefit themselves.

However, the mob who did not know what was good for them, did not distinguish right from wrong, and repaid kindness with enmity were the most disgusting and ridiculous.

In the end times, this stupid and incompetent mob would definitely be the ones living the most miserable lives!

Yasin did not feel any pity for these people. Instead, he was eager to see what would happen next.

Now, no one noticed that he, the seemingly harmless new survivor, was actually the one who possessed the most powerful power and the most resources.

"Hahahahaha!! You are dreaming, old man! You are an old fool who can’t do anything. You eat so much like a maggot all day long. Do you think I am as stupid as Sophia?"

Blake lost all his democratic and righteous tone. He stepped forward and kicked old man Francis to the ground, saying, "From today on, distribution will be based on work. If you want food, you have to make a corresponding contribution. Otherwise, find food yourself! I will not give a grain of rice or a drop of water to useless trash!"

"Contribution? What contribution? Do you want us women to find food ourselves?"

A young woman with long red hair and a pretty face protested loudly, "Blake! We can elect you to be the leader, but we can also remove you! You are the leader elected by us, so you have the obligation to protect us!"

"Hahahahahaha!..." Blake laughed wildly and arrogantly, looking at the protesters around him as if they were idiots. He shook the pistol in his hand and laughed, "Remove me? Just you? If you want to remove me, you have to ask the gun in my hand if it agrees!"

Blake pointed his gun at everyone in a very arrogant manner, and asked each of them by name: "You! You want to remove me?"

"And you! You! You! Which one of you wants to remove me from office? Stand up!"

Looking at the pistol in Blake’s hand that could decide life and death, no one dared to doubt whether a madman like Blake would really shoot.

"Mr. Blake... then... then what can we do to make a contribution? You know... we women... can never be a match for those zombies... You men, you should protect us women..."

The red-haired young woman who had just been protesting immediately backed down, and said with a flattering face and a pitiful smile, but her tone still carried a sense of entitlement.

"It’s very simple. Those who are capable, go to the supermarket on the first floor and find food to bring back! Those who are not capable, stay here and do some work. Of course, if you do odd jobs for three days, you will only get one day’s worth of food. If you want more food..."

Blake said to the young woman with a leering smile, "If you want more food, you women have to think of a way to make us brothers happy!"

After Blake finished speaking, everyone on the rooftop fell into deathly silence.

Several young women looked at Blake’s ugly and dirty face with disgust, and looked at Sophia for help.

At this point, these people realized how important Sophia’s protection was to them!

They finally began to regret that they should not have supported Blake in challenging Sophia’s authority.

But even so, no one in this group of people took the initiative to step forward. Instead, they placed all their hopes on Sophia, silently pleading with their eyes for her to intervene.

Sophia smiled coldly without even raising her head. She had seen through these people from what had just happened. She didn’t want to care about their life or death anymore!

Blake grabbed the red-haired young woman’s arm and dragged her toward a nearby tent, ignoring her terrified protests.

Susan, who had been Blake’s favored companion, stepped forward angrily. "Blake! What do you think you’re doing? You promised—"

A loud slap cut her off. Blake sneered and shoved her toward another man. "Deal with her."

The man grinned and seized Susan, dragging her away as she screamed in protest.

The remaining two of Blake’s followers moved toward the others, their intentions clear. One of them leveled his gun at a cowering couple.

"You—stay out of this!" the man with the scar barked at the husband, who collapsed to his knees, trembling. The woman sobbed as she was forced to comply with the armed man’s demands.

The scene was one of utter degradation, a complete breakdown of morality under the threat of violence.

Yasin watched, his expression unreadable. He remembered a passage from the Boston Jewish Memorial:

First they came for the Communists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a Communist...

These people had allowed this to happen. Now, they were reaping what they had sown.

The last of Blake’s men, a long-haired young man, turned his attention to Sophia. His gaze was feverish with obsession.

"Sophia," he said, voice thick with desire. "Rick’s gone. You don’t have to pretend anymore. Be with me. I’ll protect you."

Sophia recoiled in disgust. "You’re Rick’s cousin! Have you lost your mind?"

The young man’s face twisted. He raised a club, striking down one of the women who had earlier scorned Sophia. "You’ll see! You’ll—"

A blade flashed in front of his throat. Yasin stood between them, his voice icy. "Take another step, and you die."

The young man hesitated, then snarled. He swung the club—only for Yasin to catch it midair and slam him to the ground in one fluid motion. The edge of the blade pressed against his neck.

The man paled, the stench of blood from the sword filling his nostrils. For the first time, real fear flickered in his eyes.

"You’re lucky I’m feeling merciful today," Yasin said softly. "Walk away. Now."

The young man scrambled back, his bravado crumbling. He shot Sophia one last look of twisted longing before retreating, dragging another terrified woman with him.

The rooftop was a tableau of despair, broken trust, cowardice, and the consequences of blind self-interest.

And the worst, Yasin knew, was yet to come.