Apocalypse: I Have A Multiplier System - Chapter 109

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Rules And Justice

Su Jiyai’s rules:

Rule no. 1: The best way to retaliate against your enemy is to live well. They will eventually die.

Rule no. 2: If you have the chance to get justice for yourself, ignore rule no. 1.

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A moment later, she found herself crouched behind a cluster of dilapidated structures just outside the perimeter of the base.

Su Jiyai walked out of the cluster.

She could still hear the sound of cursing from the migrants.

“That b*stard Boss Su! Who does he think he is? Can’t he give us a little space? Does he need to be so harsh on us? B*stard!”

“Exactly! He just acts as if he is generous, in reality, he isn’t! He has even opened a supermarket and has so much good stuff can’t he donate some to us?”

“I am jealous of the amount of money that b*stard is making now! It should be millions of federal coins, right?”

Su Jiyai listened to the foul words spilling from the migrants’ mouths as they sat around their makeshift camp, their frustration and resentment palpable in every sneer and curse.

They had no idea she was there, standing just a few feet behind the shed, her SSS-Rank Veil making her invisible to their senses.

She took in their bitterness, the way they spat venom at her name, and the petty jealousy in their voices.

The man who had once tried to r*pe her was there, sitting beside them with a twisted grin on his face.

He hadn’t said much yet, but she noticed how he watched the others with narrowed eyes, nodding in agreement with their complaints, like a snake waiting for the right moment to strike.

Su Jiyai turned the invisibility function off and turned on the appearance hiding function.

For a moment she complained in her heart that the system should have told her that the veil have an invisibility function too!

But then again, this b*stard system only likes to take points away from her!

Taking a deep breath, she deliberately walked toward the migrant group.

Once she reached them, she took out a small lunch box.

The small box lunch box contained a chicken leg and rice with a soup. It wasn’t enough to fill anyone’s stomach, but this type of food was considered a luxury to the humans of the apocalypse world.

The moment the smell of the chicken leg and rice reached the noses of the migrants, they all froze, their eyes widening with hunger and desperation.

In the harsh world of the apocalypse, where food was scarce and survival was a constant struggle, the scent of freshly cooked meat was like a beacon of hope.

They stared at the small lunch box in Su Jiyai’s hand, some of them licking their lips unconsciously, while others exchanged glances.

They were thinking of killing Su Jiyai to get the small lunch box in Su Jiyai’s hands.

“Guys…is that truly the smell of chicken legs?” One of the women gulped, greed was flashing in her eyes.

“Yes! There is also…oh my god! Is that…is that rice? I want it!” The tall man said.

Some of them were even about to lunge at Su Jiyai.

“Smells good, doesn’t it?” Su Jiyai’s voice was calm, almost teasing, as she held the lunch box just out of reach.

She could see the desire in their eyes, the way their bodies tensed with anticipation.

“It’s a luxury in times like these. I bet none of you have had a meal like this in a long time.”

The migrants shifted uncomfortably, eyeing the food hungrily.

The tall leader, the one who had spoken up earlier, tried to act indifferent, but his stomach growled audibly, betraying him.

The others weren’t even trying to hide their interest anymore.

Su Jiyai smirked.

They were like wolves, circling a meal they couldn’t have. She knew how to play this game.

“You see,” she continued, “I don’t usually share, especially not with people like you. But I have to admit, there’s one person among you that I find absolutely unbearable.”

Her eyes flicked to the man who had once tried to r*pe her.

He stiffened, sensing something was wrong, but he said nothing, his gaze locked on her.

Su Jiyai took a slow, deliberate step forward, raising the lunch box slightly.

“I’ll make you all a deal. This food, this delicious, warm meal—it goes to whoever beats that man the most.” She pointed at the man, her expression indifferent.

“I can’t stand the sight of him. So, if you can make him suffer… this food is yours.”

The air around them seemed to be still for a moment as her words sank in.

The migrants looked at each other, uncertainty flashing across their faces.

Some of them hesitated, unsure if she was serious, while others were already eyeing the man with malicious intent.

The man in question turned pale, his mouth opening and closing as if he wanted to say something, but the fear in his eyes was palpable.

He knew the rules of the apocalypse all too well—when food was on the line, loyalty and camaraderie meant nothing.

“I—I’m your friend! You can’t—”

Before he could finish his plea, one of the larger migrants lunged at him, throwing a heavy punch that sent him sprawling to the ground.

The man gasped in pain, clutching his side, but before he could react, another migrant joined in, kicking him in the ribs.

The scene quickly devolved into chaos as more and more of the group jumped in, eager to claim the meal for themselves.

Punches and kicks rained down on the man as he cried out in pain, begging for mercy.

But there was none to be found.

Su Jiyai watched the beating unfold with cold detachment.

After a few minutes, the violence began to subside.

The man lay on the ground, bruised and bleeding, his breaths shallow and ragged.

The migrants, panting from exertion, stepped back, their eyes flicking between Su Jiyai and the food in her hand.

Su Jiyai smiled and tossed the lunch box to the one who had delivered the most hits. “Enjoy it,” she said simply.