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Chapter 543: Chapter 543: End Of Black Vultures
His life slipped away, and there would be no resurrection waiting for him.
The other members of the Black Vultures met similar fates.
One of them survived the initial stoning because, compared to the others, his crimes were fewer.
Fewer did not mean innocent. From Ivy’s perspective, he was still irredeemable.
He had killed five people, r*ped three women, and robbed more than ten victims.
The only reason fewer stones struck him was simple and cruel, he had killed most of his own victims.
There were hardly any relatives left to throw stones in his direction.
Ivy dealt with him personally.
She ensured he was imprisoned in a cold, damp cell where the air smelled of rust and mold.
She starved him, feeding him only once every three days, just enough to keep him alive.
His stomach twisted endlessly, clawing at his insides like a starving beast.
Every time he thought death would finally claim him, it retreated just beyond his reach. Death became a luxury he was not allowed to have.
He began to choke down his own tears, his pride shattered.
’Please... just let me die,’ he would think, but no mercy came.
While all this unfolded, far from Ivy’s territory, another force was preparing to rise.
The Talon Base, which Ivy had once heard of, was in motion. It had existed for a long time, but now it was considering relocation.
The extreme heat that had scorched the lands for months had finally subsided, leaving behind a brief window to make crucial decisions.
They planned to move toward colder regions.
Rumors had reached them of a place called the SiIvy Base, a settlement reputed to provide food and proper clothing to its citizens.
In an apocalypse, such abundance was nothing short of a miracle.
"If it truly exists," the Talon Base leader muttered one night, staring at a flickering map beneath lantern light, "then we either make it our subsidiary... or we acquire it completely."
That leader was Ian Morris.
Excitement flickered in his eyes when he heard more about the SiIvy Base.
Information flowed through underground channels, sold by remnants of the Black Vultures and even certain military factions.
Through these whispers, Ian learned about Ivy, her abilities, her rumored powers, and the speculation surrounding her.
’Interesting,’ he thought, tapping the table thoughtfully. ’A woman with such talents...’
Once Ian made a decision, he acted immediately.
With a population of ten thousand and enormous supplies stored by the space users, he began the migration toward the SiIvy Base.
The roads were cracked and littered with debris, but his people followed him with unwavering faith.
The reason he could support such a massive population lay in a secret few knew.
Before the apocalypse began, Ian had been reborn.
He had seen the devastation once before, the natural disasters, the scorching heat, the freezing storms, and the arrival of zombies that tore cities apart.
In his previous life, he had survived only ten months before dying in despair.
But those ten months had been enough.
When he was reborn into the past, he wasted no time.
He was originally a heir to a wealthy family and his parents had died, making him the sole heir to a $1 billion inheirtance.
"I am selling everything," he announced coldly to the board members who stared at him in disbelief.
Within weeks, the empire built by generations was dismantled piece by piece.
Companies were sold, shares liquidated, and assets converted into cash, gold, and silver.
What had once symbolized prestige now became nothing more than resources for survival.
With that wealth, he purchased weapons in bulk, crates of firearms, ammunition sealed in grease and metal, and survival gear that smelled of oil and iron.
He bought mountains of food, dried rations, preserved meat, and medical supplies, enough to feed thousands.
By a stroke of bizarre fortune, he even obtained a magical storage space, an ability that allowed him to store supplies in a hidden dimension.
Whenever he touched an item, it vanished into that invisible vault.
The first time it happened, his hands trembled.
’With this... I can carry an entire civilization on my finger,’ he thought, staring at the empty warehouse that had once been full.
With such vast wealth condensed into a single spatial storage, building a base became effortless.
Using gold as leverage and food as control, he gathered survivors, mercenaries, and engineers.
Soon, walls were erected, watchtowers constructed, and an organized settlement rose from the ruins.
People obeyed him because he fed them.
People respected him because he armed them.
People feared him because he controlled everything they needed to live.
Standing atop the fortified walls, watching thousands move under his command, he could not help but smile.
"I suppose this is what being a king feels like," he murmured to himself as the wind tugged at his coat.
Yet there was one flaw he could not solve.
He had no immunity to the zombies.
No matter how strong his army became, no matter how secure his base was, infection remained a death sentence.
He had seen it happen in his previous life, the strongest men reduced to mindless corpses within hours.
For a long time, he searched obsessively.
"Find them," he would order his scouts. "Anyone who shows resistance. Anyone unusual. Bring them to me."
Reports came and went, each more disappointing than the last.
"No survivors with immunity."
"No anomalies detected."
"Just rumors."
Every failure tightened the knot of frustration inside his chest.
’There must be a way. There has to be,’ he would think during sleepless nights, staring at maps illuminated by dim lantern light while the distant groans of zombies echoed like ghosts outside the walls.
Then he heard about Ivy.
The moment information regarding her abilities reached him, he froze mid-step
Ian’s eyes lit up with a sharp, predatory gleam.
From his perspective, Ivy was not merely a powerful individual.
She was a golden goose.
’If she stands under my command,’ he thought, excitement rising like fire in his veins, ’then ruling this world will only be a matter of time.’