Rover stared at the notification before him for a long while.

[Special Reward: Legendary Supply Crate x1.]

The faint light of the system reflected in his eyes, making the corner of Rover’s mouth inevitably curl up. Legendary. Just these two words alone were enough to drive any Survivor in the apartment complex mad, let alone someone who always calculated resources like him.

Under normal circumstances, Rover would definitely have immediately opened the crate to see what was inside.

But right now, the situation was slightly different.

Selina was still wrapped around his neck, her golden hair tousled and falling onto her shoulders. Her beautiful blue eyes were slightly hazy but carried clear dissatisfaction from him suddenly being distracted. Monica lay beside him, her face flushed, her breathing not yet stabilized. Her maid dress was so disheveled that it could barely maintain its original dignified appearance.

The air in the bedroom was much warmer than the living room.

The sheets were crumpled. The pillow had been pushed to one side. On the soft skin of the two women, several faint marks remained, filling the entire room with the feeling of chaos from a session of pleasure that had just been interrupted.

Selina looked at Rover, her lips slightly curving.

"Master, are you thinking about that crate?"

Her voice was soft, but within it was a hint of danger like a large cat displeased at being forgotten.

Rover glanced at her and laughed: "That’s a Legendary Supply Crate."

"I know." Selina leaned down, gently rubbing her face against his neck. Her hot breath brushed across his skin, making Rover slightly shudder. "But it already belongs to you, doesn’t it?"

Rover raised an eyebrow.

"Yes."

"Then it’s not going anywhere."

Selina spoke very seriously, but her hands were not serious at all. She hugged his shoulders. Her soft body pressed close. The corner of her mouth nearly touched his ear.

"But I’m different. If Master keeps staring at that panel a little longer, I will really bite you."

Hearing this, Monica’s already flushed face turned even redder. She slightly turned her head, wanting to pretend she hadn’t heard, but her eyes couldn’t help glancing toward Rover and Selina.

Rover burst out laughing.

Indeed, the reward was already in his hands. It wasn’t going to grow legs and run away. Compared to a crate sitting quietly in his backpack, the two women before him clearly had far more direct appeal.

Besides, he wasn’t the type to make himself suffer while everything had already ended.

Rover used his thoughts to close the notification panel.

The system light disappeared.

The bedroom immediately returned to its original warm dimness, with only soft lamplight covering Monica and Selina’s skin, making the scene before him even softer.

Seeing that action, Selina immediately became satisfied.

"Master is so good." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Hearing this, the corner of Rover’s eye twitched slightly.

"Who are you calling good?"

Selina giggled without answering. She only leaned down, using a passionate kiss to cut off what Rover was about to say next.

Monica lay beside them watching the scene, her hands unconsciously grabbing the edge of the blanket. She was no longer unfamiliar with these kinds of things, but each time she saw Selina being bold to the point of almost having no shame, Monica still felt her heart beat uncomfortably fast.

Selina was too different from her.

She was like a flame. She took what she wanted, said what she liked, and didn’t hide her desires. In contrast, Monica always felt clumsy and easily embarrassed. Sometimes she didn’t even know where to put her hands or how to look at Rover.

But the strange thing was that Rover had never disliked that clumsiness.

In fact, he seemed to really enjoy teasing her.

Sure enough, just as Monica was trying to shrink into the blanket, Rover had already reached out to pull her closer.

"What are you hiding from?"

Monica trembled slightly.

"I... I’m not hiding."

"Really?"

Rover looked at her with a teasing gaze, making Monica immediately lower her head. Her hair fell down to cover half of her flushed face.

Selina broke away from Rover’s lips, turned her head to look at Monica, then flashed a mischievous smile.

"Monica, you always look like a little rabbit. You clearly want to get close to Master, but the moment someone looks at you, you want to burrow under the blanket."

"I don’t..."

Monica’s rebuttal was so small and weak that it was almost unconvincing.

Selina immediately laughed more cheerfully.

"No? Then look directly into Master’s eyes."

Monica froze.

Rover also didn’t help her. On the contrary, he coordinated with Selina, slightly leaning down to look at Monica more closely.

"Look at me."

Just two simple words, but Monica felt as if her throat had been blocked. She slowly raised her head. Her wet eyes met Rover’s for less than a second, then she panicked and looked away.

Selina laughed so hard her shoulders trembled slightly.

Monica was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear from this room.

"You two... stop bullying me..."

Her voice was so soft it almost melted into the air.

Rover looked at that appearance, feeling something lightly scratching at his heart. After consecutive battles, after all kinds of calculations, dangers, monsters, souls, and people who always wanted to steal his benefits, this feeling made him feel strangely at ease.

No need to think too much.

No need to be on guard.

No need to look at a chat channel full of fools.

There was only Monica not daring to look at him, her face red. There was only Selina laughing wickedly beside her. And the feeling that this entire room belonged to him.

Rover pulled Monica into his arms.

She let out a soft sound, then very quickly leaned obediently against his chest. Monica’s body was soft. Her breathing was rapid. Her small hands were placed on his shoulder as if wanting to push away but not using any force.

Selina saw this scene, her eyes slightly narrowing.

"Master is showing favoritism."

Rover glanced at her.

"You still need me to show you favoritism?"

Selina tilted her head and thought for a moment, then very straightforwardly nodded.

"I do."

Rover laughed.

"Greedy."

"Of course." Selina was not embarrassed at all. On the contrary, she proudly pressed herself even closer to him. "I’m Master’s woman. Being a little greedy is completely normal."

Monica heard that sentence, her body slightly stiffening.

Master’s woman.

Although this was the truth, every time she heard someone say it so directly, she still felt embarrassed. But embarrassment didn’t mean rejection. On the contrary, within Monica there was also a strange sense of reassurance.

In this world, being Rover’s person was not a disgrace.

It was the safest place she could find.

Outside were monsters, ice and snow, and Survivors who could smile while stabbing others in the back. But here, even if Rover was wicked, even if he was greedy, even if he liked teasing her to the point where she didn’t know what to do, he at least protected her.

For Monica, that was already enough.

Rover leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Monica trembled slightly, then her eyes gently closed halfway.

Seeing this, Selina also couldn’t lose, immediately pulling Rover’s face toward herself.

"What about me?"

Rover hadn’t yet said anything when Selina had already taken the initiative to kiss his lips once more.

The room became chaotic again.

No more system sounds, no more sounds of battle from the corridor. Those things seemed to be blocked outside the bedroom door. In this small space, only the sound of rapid breathing remained, the rustling of sheets, the sound of Selina occasionally bursting into provocative laughter, and Monica trying to suppress herself but ultimately unable to completely hide her own softness.

Rover no longer thought about the Legendary Supply Crate.

At least not at this moment.

Victory needed to be enjoyed.

Resources needed to be opened.

But before opening resources, he could allow himself a different kind of reward.

Time passed without knowing how much had gone by.

When the scorching atmosphere in the bedroom finally gradually settled, Rover lay between Monica and Selina, breathing out a long exhale.

Monica had almost no strength left. She lay on her side beside him, her face flushed, her hair slightly damp and sticking to her cheeks. Her eyes were hazy as if just waking from a long dream. One of her hands still lightly gripped the edge of Rover’s shirt, as if afraid he would suddenly leave.

Selina was a bit better, but also had grown much quieter. She hugged Rover’s arm, her cheek resting on his shoulder. The corner of her mouth still carried a satisfied smile, but she hadn’t completely conceded.

Rover glanced at her.

"You can still smile?"

Selina lazily replied: "Because Master hasn’t completely won yet."

Monica heard this, immediately widening her eyes a bit, seemingly unable to believe Selina’s fighting spirit.

Rover also fell slightly silent.

This woman could truly give people headaches.

But he liked it.

Rover reached up and gently rubbed Selina’s golden hair, then looked at Monica who was too tired to dare talk. He felt that he was truly becoming more and more like a Villain in an apocalypse novel.

Outside, Nanoe, Morie, and Elith were handling the battlefield, threatening the chat channel, capturing the Boss alive, forcing the entire apartment complex to shut up.

And he was in the bedroom with Monica and Selina.

Thinking like that, he was indeed being a bit excessive.

But very quickly, Rover convinced himself.

After all, he was the Owner.

Owners also needed to rest.

Without him, how could room 2705 have developed to this level? Without him, how would they have a good bed, a Garden of Eden, defense towers, weapons, resources, and all kinds of upgrades?

Thinking this, the small sense of guilt that had just appeared immediately vanished.

Rover was very calm.

He even felt he was very reasonable.

He sat up.

Monica stirred slightly, softly asking: "Master... are you going somewhere?"

"Not going anywhere."

Rover smiled, lightly patting her head.

"I’m opening the supply crate."

Hearing those four words, Selina immediately opened her eyes.

Some of the fatigue on her face vanished, replaced by clear interest.

"The Legendary crate?"

"Mm."

Rover opened his backpack.

In the storage space, a crate was quietly lying there. It wasn’t as large as the drop containers from before, but its exterior was far more refined. The entire crate was covered in dark gold patterns, the lines resembling molten metal, occasionally emitting a faint light.

On the lid was a strange symbol.

A door.

A key.

And an open eye.

Just looking at it made Rover feel this was no ordinary thing.

He took the crate out.

The moment the Legendary Supply Crate appeared in the bedroom, warm golden light immediately spread out, covering the crumpled sheets, Monica’s smooth white skin, Selina’s tousled golden hair, and also Rover’s face full of greed.

Monica, who had still been embarrassed from the chaotic scene in the room, couldn’t help sitting up a bit when she saw the crate.

"So beautiful..."

Selina was much more direct.

"Master, open it quickly."

Rover also didn’t want to drag it out.

He placed his hand on the crate’s lid.

[Ding!]

[Would you like to open the Legendary Supply Crate?]

"Open."

The moment he gave the command, the dark gold patterns on the crate simultaneously lit up. The lid slowly opened. The light from within burst out so strongly that both Monica and Selina had to slightly squint their eyes.

Rover stared intently inside.

He felt his heart beat slightly faster.

Very quickly, the first notification appeared.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations on receiving a Legendary item...]

Rover looked at the next line.

The smile on his face suddenly froze.

Monica noticed his expression changing, and worriedly asked: "Master?"

Selina also propped herself up to sit, her golden hair falling in front of her chest. Her blue eyes lit up with curiosity.

"What’s inside?"

Rover didn’t immediately answer.

He only stared intently at the notification before him, silent for a few seconds.

Then, the corner of his mouth slowly curled up.

"This thing..."

"Is a bit excessive."