"Take it easy, don't rush!" Dylan's words were sincere, considering Alberta and her team of ten women, three of whom were newcomers.
Achieving this level was already top-notch.
Looking around the world, it was hard to find a second team like theirs.
With the current survivor's standards, a team capable of killing 60 zombies in a day was considered strong.
Killing 600 zombies in a day was probably unheard of.
Alberta and her team felt dissatisfied mainly because they were following Dylan, setting their starting point too high.
Hearing Dylan's satisfaction with their progress finally eased Alberta's mind considerably.
Today's crystal harvest was not even half of yesterday's, and she thought Dylan might be disappointed.
Now it seemed she had worried too much.
Dylan unreservedly began absorbing the crystals without assigning any to others.
He intended to break through his own time energy to 100,000 years first, and when his physique reached level six, he would consider the other members.
By then, he would be nearly invincible. As long as he was around, their own team would be safer.
When Dylan had absorbed about half of the crystals, Dorothy had already prepared food and was waiting for him.
Only after Dylan had sat down did the others start eating. The four nurses hadn't joined them at the table these past few days.
They each served themselves a bowl of food and waited for Dylan and the others to finish before eating, and then they cleaned the restaurant and kitchen.
They were aware of their own limitations; with their current strength, they were not qualified to sit with Dylan and the others.
Dylan was already taking good care of them by letting them stay in the villa to do chores.
They didn't dare to have any other expectations.
They now hoped they could awaken their abilities as soon as possible so they could contribute more to Dylan.
After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.
Today, without Dylan leading them outside, they all felt a bit tired.
Ah, this team really couldn't do without Dylan!
At this time, only Dylan was left in the living room absorbing the remaining half of the crystals.
Dorothy came out of her room, saw Dylan still busy, and thoughtfully brought a glass of water to him.
"Dylan, brother, have a drink before continuing!" Dorothy handed the glass of water to Dylan.
Feeling Dorothy's soft hand, Dylan couldn't help but hold it.
"Dorothy, I've never seen a chef's hands so smooth before.
You're really unique!"
Surprised by Dylan suddenly holding her hand, Dorothy felt a bit nervous.
However, she didn't pull her hand away but smiled and said, "Dylan, brother, you're teasing me again.
It's all thanks to the crystals!" Dylan gently rubbed Dorothy's hand for a while before reluctantly letting go.
"Dorothy, get me another glass.
I'm very thirsty!" Dylan grinned at Dorothy.
"Okay!" Avoiding Dylan's gaze, Dorothy turned and walked towards the kitchen.
Dylan admired Dorothy's graceful figure as she walked away, feeling an inexplicable desire rising within him.
This extraordinary woman made him feel particularly excited just by walking.
Dorothy poured a glass of water, turned around, and found Dylan staring at her intently.
His gaze was like admiring a piece of art.Dorothy felt both nervous and somewhat happy at this moment.
Being appreciated by a man, especially such an outstanding man, naturally made her happy.
However, with so many young and beautiful girls around him, she dared not have any other expectations.
Handing the water to Dylan, he took it and drank it all in one go.
He was really thirsty.
Seeing Dylan didn't ask for more water, Dorothy returned to her room.
After Dylan finished absorbing the crystals, he turned off the living room lights and also went back to his bedroom.
The coal ball on the hanging rod witnessed everything that had just happened, its small eyes turning thoughtfully.
**Knock, knock, knock!**
Dorothy, who was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, heard the noise and immediately sat up.
She felt a bit uneasy. At this hour, who would knock on her door? She asked in confusion, "Who is it?"
"Dorothy!"
A voice came from outside the door, making Dorothy's body tremble.
This... this wasn't Dylan's voice.
At this late hour, why would someone knock on her door?
Her heart pounded.
Thinking back to Dylan's gaze earlier and knowing about Alberta's recent closeness to him, she couldn't help but wonder if Dylan... Dorothy became increasingly flustered.
If she didn't open the door, would Dylan be angry with her?
After all, he was the leader of the team.
Rejecting him might make him lose face.
But if she did open the door and Dylan had special requests, would she accept them willingly or hesitantly?
"Dorothy?"
As Dorothy wrestled with her thoughts, Dylan's voice sounded impatient from outside the door.
Dorothy realized Dylan was getting a bit impatient waiting outside.
She made up her mind.
Well, Dylan was her benefactor, after all.
It was only natural to do something for him. Besides, she had a particularly strong fondness for Dylan herself.
She couldn't resist it.
She was already in her thirties, what was the point of pretending to be reserved when Dylan didn't mind?
With these thoughts, she tidied her hair and got out of bed, walking lightly to the door.
She touched her chest, trying to appear calm. She thought, it would be best if Dylan were a bit forceful, so she wouldn't have to pretend to resist.
With that in mind, she adjusted her expression to make herself look more charming.
Feeling ready, she hesitated for a moment before opening the door.
"Dylan, did you...?"
Dorothy stopped halfway through her sentence because there was no one outside the door, just emptiness.
Her coquettish expression was replaced by confusion.
Where was the person?
Had he left because she took too long?
Dorothy felt a bit regretful and disappointed.
It was all her fault for pretending to be so pure!
Now she couldn't get anything out of it! "Dorothy!"
Just as Dorothy was feeling sorry for herself for being so incompetent, she heard Dylan's voice above her head again.
Dorothy was immediately startled and got goosebumps all over her body.
When did Dylan sneak up to the roof?
She looked up in astonishment.
She saw a dark lump hanging on the door frame above her head, with two bright little eyes staring at her.
A lump of coal?
Dorothy stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the lump of coal.
"Dorothy?"
Seeing that Dorothy didn't respond, the lump of coal called out again.
This time Dorothy listened carefully. The lump of coal imitated Dylan's voice so accurately, it was uncanny.
No wonder she misunderstood. No one could tell the difference!
Just thinking about all the mental gymnastics and inner struggles she had just gone through.
And for what? To end up with nothing!
Dorothy was immediately filled with anger and embarrassment.
"You little rascal, how dare you trick me! Watch how I deal with you, you little beast!"
She raised her hand and sent a thin electric current from her palm, directly hitting the lump of coal hanging on the door frame.
"Zap!"
"Ah!"
The lump of coal couldn't dodge in time and was hit by the electric current, falling straight to the ground.
A few feathers also slowly drifted down.
"You naughty bird, if it weren't for Dylan, I would pluck all your black feathers clean and serve you on the dinner table tomorrow!"
After cursing, Dorothy turned around in anger and slammed the door shut.
Meanwhile, the lump of coal on the ground was lying on its back, eyes vacant, body twitching.
Its feathers were also standing on end, as if it had undergone an ionic perm.
There were also many black and white objects stuck to its tail feathers.
At this moment, Second Dog, hearing the commotion, ran over.
Seeing the lump of coal lying on the ground in a daze, it circled around it in confusion.
Wasn't it just pretending?
Second Dog immediately became interested.
Usually, it was the lump of coal bullying it, but this time, it seemed like it had caught the culprit.