My Ten Wives and Ten Rings in the Apocalypse



Boom!

The rain was pounding down relentlessly, drenching the desolate street with monotonous drumming.

The atmosphere was tense, the air heavy with anticipation of what was about to happen.

Suddenly, there was a deafening roar that shattered the silence.

A massive explosion ripped through the air, shaking the ground and sending shockwaves rippling through the rain-soaked pavement.

Furthermore, the dilapidated building, already on the brink of collapse, was no match for the sheer force of the explosion.

It disintegrated in an instant, the bricks and mortar exploding into a million tiny fragments that rained down on the street below like a deadly hailstorm.

Meanwhile, the force of the blast knocked anyone nearby off their feet, sending them tumbling across the wet pavement. The air was thick with dust and debris, making it difficult to see or breathe.

As the dust settled and the smoke cleared, the true extent of the destruction became clear.

Additionally, the building was gone, reduced to nothing but rubble and twisted metal. The rain continued to fall, washing away the debris and revealing the devastation beneath.

In the aftermath of the explosion, the street was eerily quiet, save for the sound of the rain drumming against the pavement.

Therefore, the sense of destruction and loss was palpable, and it was clear that this event would leave an indelible mark on the desolate street for years to come.

Meanwhile, a silhouette was sent flying across the street by the streak of golden light.

His lanky frame hurtled through the air, his arms flailing wildly as he was violently propelled across the desolate street.

The torrential rain battered his face as he careened through a series of dilapidated buildings, shattering debris and wood in his wake.

He crashed to the ground, dazed and battered, the force leaving him struggling to catch his breath in the eerie silence that followed.

Hmm!

He grunted as blood splashed from his mouth and his face whitened. His chest rose and fell with difficulty.

'I need to leave…' He shouted in his mind as he struggled to move his body.

His body ached from the inside out and blood continued to gush out from his mouth and nose. Additionally, some of his shattered bones protruded from his skin.

With a trembling leg, sucking in cold breath continuously as gnashed his teeth in pain. He managed to stand and looked in the distance.

'I never thought Merab would be this powerful.' He grimaced and the thin veins on his face twitched into an evil expression.

"Don't worry… I won't be weak forever." He muttered, gnashing his teeth, and the dark energy around him swirl fiercely, sucking the life force from the surrounding.

What!

Just then, as he prepared to escape into the desolate city. A dangerous sharp gaze locked on his body.

He shivered and his spine was drenched in cold sweats.

"S-Susan…" He stumbled backward and fell on his butt.

He felt a cold chill run down his spine and his heart skipped a beat. His chest rises and falls with his hands trembling.

'I need to escape. I need…' He cried in his heart as he struggled to stand up and look over his shoulder.

What!

He widened his eyes and his jaw dropped. Unknown to him, his body was covered in cold sweats and the previous pain in his body had long been forgotten.

'No!' He screamed in panic as dash to escape.

eαglesnᴏνel Meanwhile, on the cold desolate street, amid the heavy downpour. A silhouette was racing toward a certain direction with her gaze unsightly.

Cackle!

As Susan dashed through the cold, desolate streets under the heavy downpour, her body was illuminated by streaks of lightning.

Her cold, expressionless gaze was locked on Mack's location, and she moved with a sense of determination that belied the harsh conditions around her.

She leaped over puddles and obstacles in her path, her movements fluid and precise.

Her jaw clenched tightly as she closed in on Mack, and he could see the fury in her eyes as she drew nearer.

Additionally, her movements were calculated and purposeful, and Mack knew that he was in for a reckoning when she caught up to him.

And that, he mustn't allow.

Hence, a cat and mouse race began.

Meanwhile, amid the destroyed building, Grandpa Philip and Merab had arrived. They looked at the shivering men with unsightly gazes.

"Are you happy now?" Grandpa Philip asked with disdain.

When the men heard this, they lowered their guilt. Previously, they thought with their plan and strength, everything would go according to plan.

But now, they realized how wrong they were. Mack, who they depend on and orchestrate everything, betrayed them, turned evil, and wanted to kill them.

Therefore, when they thought of everything and what they had lost, they wanted to find a hole and bury themselves.

Hmm!

Meanwhile, a grunt escaped from Robert's mouth as a mouthful of blood splashed from his mouth. He gasped for air, covering the deep cut on his chest with his hand.

"What happened to you?" Merab squinted her gaze as she bent on one knee, scrutinizing his injury. "Did Mack course you about this injury?"

Hearing this, a bitter smile appeared on Roberts's face as he avoided her gaze.

Watching the bitter smile on his face, she snorted and stood to look at rubbles. As she was checking their surroundings, she took a step and looked at the hidden passage that led to the underground.

'So this is where they wanted to hide…'

She shook her head and a knowing smile appeared on her face.

"We need to leave." Grandpa Philip said with his deep voice. "There is no more survival apart from them."

As she heard this, a bitter smile appeared on her face. She glanced at Robert once again and wanted to give him a deep slap but seeing his situation. She controlled the fury in her heart.

'This selfish maggot…. A team of 50 people had been reduced to this…' Her chest rose and fell as she matched out of the debris.

'I can't wait for the king to make an example of you… selfish bastard.'

Meanwhile, the men didn't know what was going on in her mind. Besides, if they knew. They weren't in any position to voice out their onion.

Hence, they carried Robert and followed after her with their head low, filled with regret.

Meanwhile, in another part of the city. A beautiful woman appeared in front of a trembling young man with a cold expressionless face.

"Do you have anything to say?"