The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 460

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Theresa stared at him and smiled faintly. “Since you’re already here, why wait for next time? Stay here with me. I’ll make sure you have a good time. What are you all just standing around for? Go on, welcome my friends properly. Take off their weapons and gear–don’t tire them out.”

Morgan and the others froze.

Take off our weapons? Don’t tire us out? Could she possibly be any more hospitable?

The group all looked to Morgan, who simply stared back at Theresa.

“What’s wrong? Morgan, you don’t want to? You came here to see me, didn’t you? You didn’t come armed to visit me, right?”

Morgan paused for a moment, then slowly raised his hand. One by one, they handed over their weapons.

And their communicators.

“You can’t take the communicators!” Horace protested.

Theresa lazily turned to him. “You’re Horace?”

“Yes, it’s me.” Horace had spent the past period resting well, taking plenty of supplements, and was now in peak health.

She smiled slightly. “You’re still alive? I thought you were dead.”

He was speechless.

“You’re guests here. Don’t worry, I won’t treat you badly. I just asked for the communicators so you wouldn’t be burdened. If you want to contact your camp, come to me. Makes no difference, right, Morgan?”

Morgan met her gaze and finally said, “Hand them over.”

Once again, everyone reluctantly handed over their communicators.

Now, aside from the clothes they were wearing, they had nothing.

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Theresa looked at the group in front of her, now completely disarmed, and smiled. “Guests are welcome. You’ll stay here for now, and I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of.”

Morgan nodded immediately. “Understood.”

Theresa handed the assessment site over to Theron and led Morgan and his group back to her camp.

Along the way, she thought seriously about what to do with them.

Morgan had suddenly shown up at her camp and exposed the hidden massive alliance she’d been keeping under wraps. She couldn’t just let him go.

But killing him outright would alert Ark Camp One, and when they mobilized in force, it would lead to war.

Theresa knew the exposure of her alliance was inevitable. It was a huge city above the ground. Even if just one of the three camps came to take a look, her alliance would be completely visible to them.

She hadn’t expected it to happen now, though–before any internal struggles among the three camps had even resolved.

Now, she had to consider how she would deal with this

group.

While Theresa pondered her strategy, Morgan and his team were growing more and more astonished as they went deeper.

They saw vast fields under cultivation. Purely mechanical farming machines worked the soil. Not a single person was involved.

They passed massive greenhouses, growing out–of–season fruits and vegetables.

The sheer output–they could tell at a glance–far exceeded the combined production of their three camps.

Theresa had more than enough food. Not a shortage in sight.

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As they went further into the city, they were even more shocked to realize that Theresa had truly taken over the city.

Not a single zombie in sight.

In that moment, Horace and the others felt waves of astonishment crash through them. The outside world had changed so drastically, and they hadn’t noticed at all.

“This is your camp?” Morgan finally asked.

“Yeah,” Theresa replied casually.

“I’ve never heard you mention it,” he said, his tone carrying a strange edge.

“You never asked,” she answered lightly.

Morgan fell silent.

No asking, no telling, huh? They’d been treated like fools all this time.

Morgan then noticed the greenhouses nearby, overflowing with freshly harvested fruit. The quality was even better than what he’d seen at the auction.

“You have all this high–quality fruit?”

“Yep.”

“Then, why did you always send us second–rate stuff?” Morgan looked at Theresa.

During this period, Theresa had been trading fruits for gleamstones with him. Her produce was abundant and cheap, and the three camps loved it,

Now, Morgan realized–Theresa had been sending them the lower–quality batches all along. Her best fruit was kept here, in incredible abundance and perfect condition.

Meanwhile, the fruit sent to them often had flaws: imperfect appearance, pests. They had assumed wild fruit was just like that–but clearly, Theresa had been deliberately holding back the best.

“You mean that?” Theresa asked casually, unfazed. “We only ship export–grade quality.”

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