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Chapter 374: Chapter 374: Non Living
"It’s possible," he admitted softly. "But you haven’t even executed one percent of your plan."
Ivy clicked her tongue. "I still need to track down evil but wealthy people so I can seize their assets."
Silas’s brows pinched at her words.
"You don’t need to worry about that. I’ll find them for you. And from now on, you will be under my supervision. You made a mess of your health when I wasn’t watching. I refuse to let you work yourself into the ground again."
Ivy stuck out her tongue. "You’re taking me too seriously."
Silas ignored her childish protest.
"My temporal storage can also preserve items. It’s static. If I put something hot inside, it stays hot even after ten years."
Ivy nodded eagerly. "That’s amazing!"
Silas continued,
"And aside from minerals, what fascinates me more are weapons and armory. Plasma guns, for example. They are extremely effective against zombies. I plan to start duplicating them soon."
Ivy’s eyes widened. She shook her head immediately.
"We can’t kill all the zombies. They can be cured. We’ll need them alive once the antidote is ready."
Silas nodded. "And if needed, I can duplicate the antidote too."
Ivy froze. Her mind flashed.
’If he can duplicate the antidote... then...’
"That means," Ivy whispered slowly, "we only need to make one antidote. One. And this apocalypse might be over."
Excitement bubbled in her chest. Her mind raced to the past.
In her previous life, a group of researchers had successfully produced a half-zombie antidote.
She didn’t remember their names. She didn’t remember their faces.
She sighed. "I don’t even know which research team made the solution."
Silas cupped her chin gently, guiding her gaze back to him.
"Then find new researchers. People known for developing antidotes. Bring them into your base. With enough support, they won’t fail."
Ivy felt a surge of confidence.
"You’re right. I’ll issue a special order allowing all qualified researchers to enter my base. They’ll get priority status."
She lifted her eyes toward Silas. "Silas... I’m starving."
His expression softened instantly into heartache.
Without a word, he swept her into a princess carry, holding her as if she weighed nothing, warm arms, steady heartbeat, soothing scent.
"I knew you’d be hungry when you woke," he murmured, brushing her hair from her face as he carried her toward the living room. "So I prepared a feast."
Once they reached the dining area, Silas lowered her gently onto a seat and began setting dish after dish on the table.
Ivy’s eyes widened, her mouth watering uncontrollably.
There was steaming dumpling soup, creamy pasta, rich spaghetti, soft ravioli, golden crispy burgers, fragrant pizza, and dozens of other dishes covering nearly every corner of the table.
The aromas twisted into the air, warm and mouthwatering.
Her jaw dropped slightly. "Silas... did you make all this just now?"
Silas smirked knowingly.
"Not exactly. I wanted to test what my storage can preserve. I may have made a little too much. So I stored everything."
He leaned closer, lips brushing her ear. "Now I get to feed you all of it."
What a lame excuse.
Silas had only contracted his temporal storage two or three days ago; what chance would he have had to cook entire feasts?
The excuse was so flimsy that Ivy almost snorted.
’Does he think I can’t count?’ she grumbled in her mind.
But she decided not to expose her overly proud husband. Instead, she simply rose from her seat, intending to walk toward the table...
Immediately, Silas caught her by the waist and tugged her back, as if she were some rebellious kitten trying to escape.
Ivy twitched in his hold while he chuckled helplessly and guided her to the chair, gently pressing on her shoulders until she sat.
He adjusted the chair for her, pushed the plate closer, and then scooped up a spoonful of dumpling soup.
Without giving her a chance to protest, he lifted it to her lips.
At first, there wasn’t any pattern. He fed her random dishes one after another, his eyes flicking constantly between her lips and her reactions.
But as time passed, Silas noticed the subtle signs, how her eyes brightened when she tasted spicy dumplings, how her shoulders relaxed whenever she slurped spaghetti, how she hummed under her breath when something was just right.
His gaze softened.
"She likes these the most..." he murmured under his breath as he added more spicy dumplings to her bowl and piled spaghetti on another plate.
Ivy didn’t notice, busy savoring every bite while her inner thoughts practically sparkled.
’This is delicious... and this... and this too... why is everything so good?’
Silas watched her with quiet satisfaction. She was glowing, like a soft little ember reigniting after nearly burning out.
When Ivy finally leaned back and patted her stomach, she stared at the remaining food with a pitiful expression, her eyes shimmering in longing.
Silas chuckled. "I’ll eat whatever’s left."
But Ivy shook her head quickly and waved her hand.
She knew that her husband ate along with her and his stomach might have been full long ago. So she won’t force him!
In an instant, all the remaining dishes vanished into thin air, sucked straight into her temporal storage.
Silas blinked. A large portion had been left... and she saved every bit of it.
"I’ll eat it later," Ivy said seriously, nodding to herself as if storing food was a sacred mission.
Silas rubbed his temples.
He had long realized this about his wife, she hoarded food like a little hamster preparing for winter.
Every time he cooked something new, Ivy stored it immediately. She looked proud while doing it too.
He couldn’t resist bending down to kiss her cheek.
Ivy frowned and touched the kissed spot, glaring. "What was that for?"
Silas’s lips curled. "Because now... I can finally give you the punishment you’re due."
Ivy’s eyes widened. ’Oh no. He remembered.’
Before she could retort, Ember suddenly leapt between them, followed by Kael and Felix, forming a protective wall as if Silas were a wild beast.
"Absolutely not!" Ember declared, her voice firm. "You cannot punish Ivy!"
Kael pointed at Silas accusingly.
"What kind of punishment do you give a sick person? She fainted! Are you crazy?"
Felix nodded vigorously.
"From the start, I knew it, you had malicious intent! Otherwise, why force Ivy to accept punishment?"