Chapter 135 Ultimate Leader System Activated


    Everyone had gathered around their respective smaller camps, sharing what they could while stealing nces at the others. It was dinner, but no one could really focus on the food.


    “Hey, Den.” Charlotte had been quiet for a long while before finally turning to her brother. “Do you remember what I told you about yesterday?”


    “Yeah, I remember.” Den scooped thest piece of cured meat from his bowl and dropped it into hers. “Scared the hell out of me. I thought you were done for. Lucky break, huh? That thing almost bit you.”


    “No, it’s not that,” Charlotte said, setting her bowl down. She grabbed Den’s arm tightly, her eyes dead serious. “That zombie was going for me. I saw it. It was about to bite me-and then it just stopped. Like someone hit pause on it. I think… I think Ms. Hall saved me.”


    She pointed at Theresa, her gaze unwavering.


    Theresa had stunned everyone earlier today with her prowess. Right then, Charlotte had felt it-it had to be her. The more she thought about it, the more certain she became. She’s so strong. Nothing else made sense. Why else would that zombie just freeze up like that?


    Den followed her gaze toward Theresa. His expression shifted, sharpening as he watched the woman from across the camp. After a few seconds, he gave Charlotte’s head a gentle pat.


    “All right,” he said. “Eat first. I’ll thank her tomorrow. Whatever happened, she saved our skins today.”


    Charlotte grinned. “Okay!”


    Meanwhile, Theresa and her crew had just finished their meal. The folks from Kl Camp were already busy -packing up, organizing supplies, and loading provisions into massive freight trucks. They had even brought in every space-based ability user they had. With that kind of manpower and a fleet of trucks built for hauling, they had already cleared out almost everything.


    They weren’t just taking enough tost a few months-this was years’ worth of food. Enough to ease the strain back home in a big way.


    Once thest of the trucks were fully loaded, Theresa stepped into the first provision depot alone—it was over 5,000 tons of grain and packed to the rafters.


    She ced her hand on the nearest stack, and in an instant, the grain began pouring into her domain like water through a broken dam. In a matter of minutes, the enormous depot had beenpletely drained.


    She moved on to the next one-and then the next. Depot after depot, until nothing was left but dust and


    shadows.


    By the time she was done, her domain was nearly bursting at the seams. No room left for anything else.


    And that was when she heard the voice in her head.


    Theresa’s eyes widened.


    Finally, a new mission!


    And just in time, too. She had been worried about space, and the system came through again. It was like it knew exactly what she needed.


    Poption growth, huh?


    Perfect. She would head back first thing tomorrow and start recruitment.


    Satisfied, she left the now-empty depots behind and rejoined the others.


    The next morning, everyone packed up for the return trip.


    Before the departure, Lucas approached her. “Want me to leave a crew behind? We can run a few more loads of grain back for you.”


    “No need,” Theresa replied coolly. “I’ll handle it.”


    She had more important things to worry about now-recruiting people. No time to chit-chat. With Kyle riding shotgun and a truckload of grain behind her, she set off ahead of the convoy.


    Lucas watched her drive off, something clicking into ce in his mind. He thought back to what had happened with Monica the other day. The pieces were starting to form a picture.


    He turned to Graham. “Put another lock on that gate when we’re done.”


    “Got it.”


    Their trucks rolled outst, trailing the others by a few minutes, but not long after everyone had cleared out, another convoy rolled in.


    At the front of it all was Bennie. His sharp, cold stare swept across the now-deserted provision depots.


    “Move in,” he snapped.


    “Yes, sir!”


    After being thrown out yesterday, Hope Camp had circled nearby, waiting for the others to leave. As soon as the coast was clear, they came rushing back, ready to steal whatever was left.


    After all, with so much grain here, there was no way it could have all been taken in one trip… right?


    With Bennie in the lead, they headed straight for the first depot. But when they got there, he noticed something new.


    “A lock?” he scoffed, marching up to it.


    The moment he stepped within range, the lock began to rattle. Then-with a sharp crack-it split in two and fell to the ground.


    Maniption ability. Complete control within his psychic field.


    Bennie’s cold eyes stared at the broken lock. Did they really think this would stop me?


    He might be wary of Theresa, sure. But a padlock?


    Please.


    With long, confident strides, he entered the depot-and came to a sudden halt.


    His jaw dropped.


    It was empty.


    Not just the first depot. All ten of them. 1


    Not even a single grain of rice left. The ce echoed like a cave.


    Bennie felt like he had been punched in the gut. His mind reeled. She took everything? All of it? But… that couldn’t be. They only had a few trucks!


    Even if every vehicle was maxed out, they couldn’t have cleared more than one silo!