Lust System: Harem In Two Different Timelines-Chapter 126: The Real End

At that moment, a wall-mounted intercom in the safe house suddenly lit up, followed by a man’s mocking laughter and crisp clapping sounds.

For a moment, everyone in the safe house froze in place, staring at the intercom in shock.

"Someone... someone’s outside?!"

Their faces lit up with excitement as they gazed at the intercom, hope flashing in their eyes.

"Is it the military? Have they come to rescue us?"

Redknapp stood up excitedly, a smug smile curling his lips. He cleared his throat, glanced condescendingly at Lin Suya and the others, then strode toward the intercom. Pressing the talk button, he spoke arrogantly, "Hello, this is Redknapp. My father is Wayne Redknapp. It’s a pleasure to speak with you. Are you from the military? Which unit are you from? Who is your superior? If you can safely extract me, my family will reward you handsomely!"

Silence followed from the intercom. Everyone in the safe house stood up nervously, staring at the device, eagerly awaiting a response.

Deborah Bavli quickly stepped forward, clinging to Redknapp’s arm with an ingratiating smile. "This is wonderful! It must be the military coming to save us! Young Master Redknapp, I’ve always been your most loyal supporter. You must take me with you! I’ll be yours from now on!"

She then sneered at Lin Suya and the others, her eyes full of triumph. "As for these low-class bitches from third-rate countries who disrespected you, if you want the military to save you, you’d better think about how to make up for your rudeness toward Young Master Redknapp!"

"Hahahaha!"

Yasin’s disdainful laughter crackled through the intercom. "There is no Redknapp family left outside. And as for the military you’re waiting for—they’ve probably turned into zombies by now. They’re never coming."

"Wh... what?! Then... who are you?"

Redknapp’s eyes widened in horror as he stumbled back a step. "You’re lying! There’s no way the military could have fallen! That’s impossible! If even the military is gone, then it really is the end of the world! You’re just messing with us! Who the hell are you?"

"Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that I control everything here now—including your lives."

Yasin’s cold voice dripped with amusement. "If I had to guess, you were just arguing about going out for food, weren’t you? Your supplies won’t last much longer, will they?"

"What do you want?" Lin Suya stepped forward, shoving aside the pale-faced Redknapp as she demanded answers.

"First, this estate is now my private property. I won’t allow any of you to step into my villa without my permission. This isn’t a negotiation. It’s a warning. Anyone who dares to leave without my approval will be shot on sight."

Yasin’s tone was icy, leaving no room for argument.

"Second, I’m not a man who enjoys slaughter. I know your food and water won’t last much longer. So, I’m willing to offer you a friendly trade. You can exchange what you have for the supplies you need to survive."

"Of course, you’re free to test my patience."

The eerie, devilish voice carried a taunting lilt, plunging the safe house into heavy silence.

"How do we know we can trust you?" Choi Minseo stepped forward, glaring at the intercom. "Just because you say the military is gone doesn’t make it true! Prove it!"

"The fact that I’m speaking to you through this intercom should be proof enough. But I don’t need you to believe me. Feel free to disobey and see what happens."

"You have one hour to decide. If I don’t get an answer by then, the consequences will be severe."

With that, Yasin’s lips curled into a wicked smirk as he abruptly cut the connection.

The intercom’s signal light flickered before dying with a final click.

Silence.

Everyone stood frozen, staring at the dead intercom, the room thick with tension.

The atmosphere grew suffocating, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on them.

They exchanged uneasy glances, searching each other’s eyes for answers.

But all they found was fear.

Trapped in this lightless safe house for so long, none of them knew what the outside world had become.

None of them could confirm whether the man on the intercom was telling the truth.

But judging from the horrors they’d witnessed when the outbreak began...

It was entirely possible he was right.

"We absolutely cannot blindly trust his words! If the military is really gone, then the entire world has ended!"

Lin Suya frowned as she addressed the group. "If it’s truly the apocalypse, how did he survive? When we escaped in here, the outside was already completely overrun."

"But how do you explain why no one has come to rescue us yet? This isn’t just any place—this is the Miltev Estate! And Young Master Redknapp

"But how do you explain why no one has come to rescue us yet? This isn’t just any place—this is the Miltev Estate! And Young Master Redknapp is here too! If the government had contained the virus, they would have come for us immediately! Yet over a month has passed with no word from outside! The fact that this man can speak to us through the intercom proves he’s taken control of the estate!"

Deborah Bavli immediately fired back.

"So what do we do? Should we really make a deal with him? I have a bad feeling about this!"

Xiao Xuner clenched her fists, her voice laced with worry. "And what does he even want to trade for? We don’t have anything valuable enough to offer..."

"If he’s managed to survive unscathed, that means the zombies outside aren’t invincible! We have guns—we can fight back if we have to!"

Lin Suya tightened her grip on her rifle. Though her stance was awkward, she still felt a surge of confidence from holding a weapon.

"What if they have guns too?" Chai Lee asked fearfully. "Right now, the enemy is hidden while we’re exposed. If we rush out recklessly, we’ll be walking into danger!"

"Then what should we do? Just surrender to him? We don’t even know what’s really happening outside or what he actually wants..."

Redknapp trembled, his voice shaking with panic.

"Mr. Johan... what do you think we should do?"

Kiara Ford turned to Johan for guidance.

When no one else could decide, the women instinctively looked to Johan for leadership.

"Let’s hear what he wants to trade first before making any decisions! If his demands are unreasonable, we can always fight back!"

Johan puffed out his chest, gripping his shotgun tightly as he spoke with an air of authority.

As the group’s de facto leader, he felt it was his duty to step up and face the external threat.

"Turn the intercom back on. I’ll speak to him."

Johan cleared his throat, straightened his posture, and addressed the intercom with solemn gravity.

"Friend outside, greetings! This is Johan speaking. I represent the survivors in this safe house, and I wish to negotiate with you."

"Negotiate?" Yasin’s amused voice crackled through the intercom. "Interesting. And what exactly do you propose?"

"Friend, if what you say is true, then this is indeed the end of the world. As fellow survivors, I believe we should unite, help each other, and work together to rebuild humanity’s future. We are willing to share this safe house with you as a refuge. In return, we expect honesty—tell us the truth about the outside world. I demand that you come unarmed to our safe house entrance for an open discussion!"

Johan cleared his throat again, his tone firm.

"We don’t mind you joining us, but you must follow this group’s rules and my leadership."

"I am Johan. I assume you recognize me."

After Johan finished speaking, Yasin on the other end was momentarily stunned.

Yasin dug at his ear in disbelief before turning to Vivian Sinclair, who was massaging his shoulders.

"Did I hear that right? He wants me to join them? And obey his orders?"

Yasin burst into laughter, and Vivian Sinclair couldn’t help but giggle at the sheer naivety of the request.

Johan’s act might have worked on idealistic liberals before the apocalypse.

But this was the end of the world—the real end.

In a world like this, preaching about human civilization, selflessness, and unity was nothing short of a joke!

Playing the saint without guaranteed survival was, in Yasin’s eyes, nothing more than suicidal idiocy!

"Johan, I have no interest in negotiating with you, nor do I have any desire to live that miserable, lightless existence in your safe house. I’m living very comfortably right now—with endless food and water, unlimited supplies, electricity, hot water, and an entire fully stocked estate villa.

As for your talk of unity and cooperation to build a bright future for humanity, I couldn’t care less. What happens to humanity’s tomorrow has nothing to do with me.

All I want is to live comfortably. Don’t you find it ridiculous to spout such lofty rhetoric when you can’t even guarantee your own survival?"