Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 180 The Dream Warns Me Again

Magnus let out a breath, double-checked everything, and finally looked up with a hint of satisfaction. The dozen or so women were still chatting away, not paying him any mind even as he lifted his head.

He cleared his throat sharply. "Ahem!" The moment the cough snapped the air, most eyes turned to him.

Magnus handed over the sketch to Liana. "Liana, take a look. Think we can pull off something like this for our vehicles?"

"Vehicle?" Liana blinked, curious, and took the notebook from him. One glance, and her expression changed.

"What the hell is this?"

The drawing looked like a monster rather than a car. It was boxy, like a cargo truck, but covered in spikes like a hedgehog. Even the windshield had them. Honestly, it was more like a steel porcupine than a vehicle.

"This..." Liana squinted at the page, baffled. "What exactly is this supposed to be?"

"Let me see," said Emily, grabbing the notebook before Liana could say more. Sophia leaned in beside her. Both of them frowned after a closer look - clearly confused too.

"I want us to modify all our vehicles like this. Think it’s doable?" Magnus kept it blunt, waiting for their reaction.

Liana furrowed her brow. She recalled what she’d just seen. "Yeah, you could weld steel rods onto the chassis. Technically not hard. But..." She hesitated. "What’s the point of making it look like that?"

Even Magnus didn’t have an answer. The idea came from a half-formed dream he’d had while bathing - a strange flash in his mind. That spiked steel box just felt... right.

"This is nonsense. I don’t agree with it," Sophia scoffed and tossed the notebook on the table. Magnus’s jaw clenched. Damn woman was asking for a smack one of these days. If he didn’t straighten her out soon, the team would go wild.

Charlotte picked up the notebook again, studied it briefly, then looked at Magnus. "Magnus, if this is what you really want, we can try. But you gotta at least tell us why. What’s the reason behind it?"

Magnus paused, not sure how to explain. ’Because of a dream’ didn’t sound like something he could say out loud without sounding crazy.

He squared up, made his voice firm. "Just do it like I said. You don’t need to know the reason now. But trust me, this thing will come in handy sooner or later."

Some things didn’t need voting on. This wasn’t up for discussion.

"Liana, start tomorrow. Find the right people for the job. Focus only on this - everything else can wait. Make as many of them as you think we need. And the roofs - I liked that steel cover we tried last time. Stick with it for this round too."

His tone left no room for argument. Liana opened her mouth to protest but ended up nodding quietly.

*****

The next morning, Caroline caught a scout from the Ridgebreak Battalion, but the guy didn’t know jack. No way would they let frontline grunts carry valuable intel.

Sophia still insisted on rescuing the women on the Ridgebreak side but Charlotte and Emily held her back.

Magnus, meanwhile, went up to the rooftop to check on the ginseng. The sun had done a good job drying them. Satisfied, he went back to the underground grain store. Bathed. Read a bit. Then lay down next to the thousand or so blooming girls, a lone man savoring sleep like a stubborn bachelor.

The next half month passed quietly. Ice Regiment’s business kept running. Liana put those 2,000-plus captives to work on vehicle mods. Outdoors, they were churning out over seventy modified trucks a day.

Work halted only because they ran out of rebar. Steel sheets were still in good supply.

Magnus walked up to one of the box trucks they’d just finished. Nodding, he thought it looked better than his sketches.

Every ten centimeters on the truck’s body, they’d welded half-meter-long steel rods, crisscrossing vertically and horizontally. The roof and even around the wheel bearings were reinforced the same way.

The front windshield was made of transparent steel. The front passenger side? Fully sealed with a thick steel plate. That see-through windshield was backed with a welded grid of rebar, each bar sharpened and welded outward like spikes.

Each truck resembled a small steel fortress. Only drawback? Pretty dim lighting inside. But that wasn’t a huge issue.

That night at the routine meeting, Liana took out her little notebook to report the latest progress.

In less than 20 days, they’d collected over 370 tons of meteorite soil. As for female team members? Only 140 recruited. Not great.

"Not enough women in the unit..."

Magnus sat barely half on the couch, elbows propped on the coffee table, fingers sunk into his hair, brows knit tight as he stared at the notebook. After a while he rubbed his face with both hands, lifted his head.

"Our unit. The women. We need 3,000 within a month. And not just any - fighters. I want at least 2,200 of them Awakened. The rest, even if not Awakened, they need to be able to drive the heavy trucks. Ideas?"

Silence. Magnus exhaled and looked toward the dozen or so team leaders. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"Nothing? You sure none of you have any ideas? Speak up now if you do."

Blank stares all around.

"Alright then," Magnus continued, "go talk to the truck captains and squad leaders. Get them to ask around. Anyone who comes up with a real solution - thirty days off, thirty bath tokens, thirty cans of food, and pick any thirty snacks. No limits."

The middle leaders gave nods and headed out. The only ones left in the lounge were Emily, Sophia, Charlotte, and Sarah, who was sitting casually on the armrest of Magnus’ couch, massaging his shoulder.

"Magnus, I still don’t get it..." Liana said, shaking her head slightly as she took a sip of coffee. She looked up at him with wide eyes. "Why the rush for female recruits now? We’ve got time. Can’t we just take it slow? What’s really going on?"

"Yeah, I don’t get it either. Is it really that urgent?" Charlotte added, frowning.

Magnus had been feeling calmer these days, watching the trucks get transformed, seeing ginseng drying in batches on the rooftop. He’d even managed to relax a bit.

But that afternoon, trying to read a novel alone in his room, he dozed off - and had that same dream again. Exactly the same. Just like last time.

That wrecked his mood.

It couldn’t be coincidence. Not anymore.

Magnus felt something deeper going on, something not right. And somehow... it felt like that repeating dream was connected to the two black ring-shaped tattoos on his finger and palm.

Like the rings were trying to tell him something.