Apocalypse Rebirth: Beauties Surround Me

"Don't be nervous, these zombies are all under my control!" Elijah said casually.

As soon as his words fell, the zombies all stopped in unison, blocking the alley tightly.

"Controlling zombies?"

Quentin's subordinates were immediately stunned, especially those who had been to the mall before, sweating profusely.

They had a deep understanding of Quentin's abilities and knew that awakened individuals would have significantly enhanced physical abilities.

Therefore, even someone as seemingly weak as Hannah, being an awakened individual, might not be any weaker than them in strength, and might even surpass them.

And with Elijah, who looked formidable with his blood-stained gun, and his controlled group of corpses, if they had to fight last time, even if they were lucky enough to win, they might not survive for long.

They might not even win in the first place.

Zombies that could be commanded with precision were completely different from those that roamed freely relying solely on instinct.

Quentin himself felt a lingering fear. Fortunately, he hadn't harbored any evil intentions, or he might have really ended up in trouble!

"Quentin, you've awakened your abilities too, right?"

"Yes," Quentin admitted. Seeing Elijah being so candid, he also revealed his own ability, a defensive superpower similar to Abigail's.

Indeed, nicknamed "Bronze Skin, Iron Bones," it was evidently related to defense.

So, if Abigail's ability reached the third level, would her defense also be greatly enhanced, reaching the level of bronze skin and iron bones?

"With your ability, as long as you don't encounter mutant zombies, you basically don't have to worry about being harmed by zombies!" Elijah commented.

"Mutant zombies?" Quentin was astonished.

"Don't you know? Haven't you encountered them?" Elijah pretended to be surprised.

"No, please enlighten me, brother," Quentin humbly asked.

"Zombies, like humans, have a probability of awakening special abilities or becoming exceptionally strong or deformed. I call these special zombies mutant zombies!"

Elijah beckoned, and the three original zombie shop assistants approached.

"I've encountered a ridiculously strong zombie before, nearly flipping our car. Later, I thought, can the zombies I control also become this powerful? Until I discovered the corpse core..." Quentin suddenly realized.

"So, brother, you collect corpse cores to nurture zombies?"

"Yes," Elijah casually took out six corpse cores, giving each of the three zombies two, right in front of everyone, and fed them.

These three shop assistant zombies had already been fed two yesterday, two more today, and one more tomorrow, potentially awakening.

"I tested a zombie before, but unfortunately, it awakened a perception ability that had no combat power. It would be great if it could awaken defense like Quentin's."

"Hiss~" Several people beside Quentin gasped in shock.

The few zombies who would cooperate were already difficult to deal with.

If every zombie had abilities like Quentin's, who could defeat him?

No wonder he could dominate such a resource-rich mall.

Such terrifying individuals shouldn't be provoked.

Quentin had real foresight. Elijah exposed Hannah's and his own abilities mainly to deter anyone among these people who might secretly have designs on the mall.

And revealing the purpose of the corpse cores was to dispel Quentin's doubts and indirectly convey one thing: he urgently needed corpse cores now, but once all the zombies awakened, he might not need them anymore.

If they wanted supplies, they should hurry and exchange them while he still needed the corpse cores urgently.

Seeing his goal achieved, Elijah let the numerous female zombies disperse.

He actually had the intention of recruiting Quentin.

This guy had capability, responsibility, and principles. If he were recruited, he could lead a team independently to gather supplies.

But precisely because he had responsibility and principles, he wouldn't casually abandon the people in his community.

Elijah wouldn't want those people anyway.

His goal had always been the same: either individuals with abilities or beautiful women.

He couldn't be bothered with anyone else; he couldn't handle them all anyway, given the limited number of people he could form contracts with.

Although he didn't hold much hope, Elijah still tried asking.

"I have high regard for Quentin's character and abilities. Are you personally interested in joining us?"

Quentin was momentarily stunned by the question, but he quickly reacted.

"Me personally?"

"Yes," Elijah confirmed. Quentin's brothers beside him looked at him with envy and concern.

They envied the opportunity to join a powerful team with abundant resources, where they could enjoy luxuries.

Moreover, there were beautiful women in the other team, although a few might be Elijah's women, but surely not all of them?

Their concern was about what they would do if Quentin agreed.

"Can the survivors from our community join as well?" Quentin asked firmly.

"We only recruit individuals with abilities," Elijah stated plainly.

Quentin and his brothers immediately widened their eyes.

"So... does that mean these two beautiful women, and the one from this morning, are all individuals with abilities?" Quentin asked somewhat stuttering.

"That's right," Elijah confirmed. Quentin and his brothers were completely dumbfounded. Five individuals with abilities?! If it came to a fight, they wouldn't even have a chance.

It was confirmed; these were people they couldn't afford to provoke! In the future, they must mind their own business... and their own mouths.

"Let me tell you another piece of news. Among the survivors in your community, have some suddenly turned into zombies and bitten their own people?"

"That's right! There was just an incident today!" Quentin remembered with some frustration.

"The virus keeps mutating, and ordinary people may not be able to withstand the transformation into zombies at any time. Only awakened individuals are unaffected by this problem. So, do you understand what I mean?" Quentin and his companions suddenly realized.

Quentin sighed, "I'm sorry, I can't abandon the survivors in my community."

"Quentin..."

"Boss..." His companions looked at Quentin excitedly, their eyes filled with not just admiration but also respect and admiration.

"That's really unfortunate! But I admire Quentin's character. If Quentin encounters any difficulties in the future, feel free to come to me. If there's anything I can help with, I'll definitely help you!" Elijah also sighed.

"Okay, thank you! We're ready to go back and collect corpse cores. We'll come back to trade tomorrow!" Quentin expressed his gratitude with a fist salute.

"I'll be waiting!"

"Okay, brothers, let's go!"

"Okay, Quentin!" Quentin and his group left with food on their backs.

If they used the food sparingly, it would be enough for the people in the community to eat for a few days.

But they couldn't relax; he had to take advantage of Elijah's urgent need for corpse cores and quickly collect them in exchange for food.

They also needed to expand their activities to search for other convenience stores or supermarkets to obtain supplies, which inevitably involved killing zombies.

Now, corpse cores could still be exchanged for supplies—a great opportunity!

Once this opportunity was missed, there might not be another chance!

If one day Elijah didn't need corpse cores anymore, wouldn't it be a waste?

Watching Quentin and his group leave, Fiona looked at Elijah's expression and asked with a smile, "You really fancy this Quentin, don't you?"

"Yeah," Elijah reiterated his thoughts.

Fiona nodded, "Actually, there might be a way..."