"Don't come any closer! If you do, I won't be kind to you," Sirena said, trembling, as she held a scalpel in her hand.
In front of Sirena stood a group of men.
These men had malicious expressions on their faces as they looked at Sirena, their eyes filled with naked greed.
"Sirena, don't resist. Put down the weapon; you can't escape."
"Yeah, Sirena, why fight it? We're all going to die anyway. Why not have some fun before we do?"
"Don't worry, Sirena, we won't hurt you. We just want to have some fun with you."
"By the way, Sirena, I've heard you're still a virgin, right? Wouldn't it be a shame to die without experiencing it?"
"Before you die, don't you want to know what it's like to be a woman? We can fulfill that for you."
The men spoke persuasively, but their words were disgusting.
At least, to Sirena, they were utterly revolting.
Sirena was a nurse in the hospital and the most beautiful one.
After the apocalypse, many people in the hospital died, but some survived.
Sirena was one of the survivors.
However, with zombies outside, Sirena and the others were trapped inside the hospital.
At first, things were manageable.
The hospital had medicine, food supplies, and clean drinking water.
The remaining people, being few, could continue living.
But as the food dwindled and rescue never arrived, everyone's thoughts began to change.
The first to change were the men in the hospital.
The group of men in the hospital was quite diverse; some were male doctors, some male nurses, and others were male patients.
Some of the male patients were already on the brink of death, making them even more deranged before their demise.
This madness seemed contagious, spreading to the other men who began to change their mindset as well.
They set their sights on the remaining women, doing whatever they pleased to them.
Seeing the situation take a dangerous turn, Sirena immediately fled.
At that time, there were still zombies roaming the hospital, and the men gave up chasing her.
But they didn't expect Sirena to survive and eventually find her again.
No man could resist Sirena's allure, who looked like a goddess.
The other women had become boring to them; now, they only wanted Sirena.
Sirena kept retreating, her hand trembling as she held the scalpel.
After all, she was just a young woman, facing this group of men, she was utterly terrified.
It wasn't just about losing her body; she was more worried about dying.
Facing a group of men who were like ravenous wolves, no girl could withstand that.
Besides, no girl would willingly lose her virginity in such a situation.
The men weren't in a hurry, slowly and methodically closing in on her like cats toying with a mouse.
Suddenly, one man lunged forward, striking Sirena's hand and knocking the scalpel to the ground.
Sirena screamed in fright.
The men laughed, reveling in her terror.
The goddess-like Sirena had become their plaything, and it felt incredibly exhilarating.
Without a weapon, the men became even more brazen towards Sirena.
They surrounded her, leering and laughing like a pack of wolves cornering a lamb.
"Excuse me."
Suddenly, a man's voice came from the doorway.
"Who?"
The men were startled and collectively turned to look at the door.
They saw a stranger standing in the doorway.
The man at the door was tall, handsome, and had an inexplicable aura about him.
Facing this man, they felt a sense of fear.
However, remembering that they were a group while the man was alone, their confidence returned.
"Who are you?" someone asked.
The man at the door was Sylas. He had come after hearing the woman's scream.
Ignoring their question, Sylas looked at Sirena in the crowd and smiled, "Hello, beautiful. I'm giving you a choice."
"Would you like to be my slave? Just mine. You only need to serve me."
"If you become my slave, I will protect you and provide you with food."
Sirena was stunned, completely unprepared for such an offer from the man at the door.
The other men, however, were furious.
They couldn't believe that this stranger, Sylas, would show up and try to take their goddess.
Sirena was the shared goddess of the group. They had already agreed that Sirena must be shared among them.
No one was to lose out.
If Sirena were taken away, what would they have left to enjoy?
Sirena looked around at her surroundings, then shouted, "I agree! I am willing to be your slave. Save me, please!"
Her voice was filled with pleading, with a strong desire to survive in her eyes.
She didn't want to die, especially not in such a humiliating way.
Given the choice between being one man's slave or being the plaything of many, she clearly knew which was better.
"Congratulations, host, for successfully acquiring a top-quality slave. You are rewarded with the ability 'Recovery.'"
"Recovery?" Sylas repeated the name of the ability, his eyes beginning to shine.
"Kid, we don't care who you are. Leave now, and we won't make things difficult for you."
"Otherwise, be careful, or we'll kill you."
A group of men viciously threatened Sylas.
If they didn't sense something strange about Sylas, they would have already swarmed and killed him.
Sylas glanced at them and calmly said, "If you leave now, I won't make things difficult for you."
But Sylas knew they wouldn't obediently leave.
Sure enough, his words only enraged them further.
"Die!"
"Kill him!"
The group shouted angrily and moved to attack Sylas.
Sylas smiled faintly and softly said, "Leave."
Psychic power activated, an invisible force struck the men, sending them flying.
The psychic attack was extremely precise, targeting only the men while Sirena stood there untouched.
"Come out," Sylas said to Sirena.
His psychic power enveloped Sirena, lifting her and bringing her out safely.
Sirena was stunned.
Sylas raised his hand, and a fireball quickly formed in his palm.
"Let's go," Sylas said to Sirena.
Sirena was too frightened to speak.
Sylas smiled, and the fireball in his hand slowly flew into the room.
Sylas left with Sirena.
The men inside could only watch helplessly as the fireball entered the room.
They wanted to move, but the psychic power immobilized them, preventing any struggle.
Level 2 psychic power had finally shown its true might.
They, ordinary people, had no ability to resist this invisible psychic power.
This was the true power of psychic force.
Suddenly, the psychic power holding them dissipated.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Who was that? What kind of power was that? It's terrifying."
"Thank goodness he spared us."
The group sighed in relief, grateful that Sylas hadn't killed them.
"I'm afraid it's not such good news," a man with glasses said, looking at the fireball in the room with trembling hands.
He didn't know what the fireball was, but he had a bad feeling about it.
Just as he finished speaking, the fireball exploded with a thunderous roar.
The entire ward was utterly destroyed, and no one inside survived.
Sirena jumped at the sound.
"What was that noise?" Sirena asked, trembling.
"Don't be afraid. I just sent them on their way. People like them don't deserve to live," Sylas said softly.
His casual tone frightened Sirena.
"Are they all dead?" Sirena asked nervously.
Sylas nodded, "Yes, they're all dead."
Sylas looked at Sirena. She was very beautiful, with a cute and innocent look in her eyes, making her quite endearing.
Most importantly, when she looked down, she couldn't see her feet.
A woman who can't see her feet when looking down is a rare beauty.
That's exactly what Sirena was.
While Clarissa was also impressive, compared to Sirena, it was like comparing a small flame to the sun.
There was no comparison.
Sylas found himself very fond of Sirena.
Sylas had already set Sirena down, no longer using his psychic power to hold her up. Instead, he gently held her small hand, squeezed it, and smiled, "From now on, you are my slave. I will protect you."
"And only I can tease you. No one else will ever bully you again."
It was the first time Sirena had been held by a man, and the first time she'd heard such domineering words from a man.
She blushed deeply.
"I... I..." Sirena stammered, unable to form a complete sentence out of nervousness.
"Anything you want to say, we can discuss at home. Let me ask you, are there any doctors left in the hospital?"
Sylas asked.
Sirena, being a nurse, was something Sylas could tell.
"There was one just now, but now there's no one left," Sirena said softly.
"What do you mean?" Sylas asked, puzzled.
"There was a doctor among those men, but now he's dead," Sirena explained.
Sylas was speechless.
If you were a doctor, why didn't you say so earlier? Without the white coat, how was anyone supposed to know you were a doctor?
Now that he was dead, there was nothing Sylas could do to bring him back.
"Can you treat illnesses? One of my companions is sick and needs treatment," Sylas asked.
Sirena thought for a moment and said, "If it's a common illness, I can treat it. But if it's something serious, I can't help."
"Let's go back and take a look first," Sylas said.
"It's a pity that Dr. Eloise isn't here. She would have been the best choice. She's the most beautiful and skilled doctor in our hospital," Sirena said regretfully.
"Where is this Dr. Eloise?" Sylas asked, intrigued.
"She was on vacation that day, so she should have gone home. But we haven't been able to contact her, so I don't know how she is now," Sirena said helplessly.
Sylas pondered for a moment, but now wasn't the time to discuss this. They needed to return quickly and tend to Monica's illness.