The Villains Must Win-Chapter 337: Apocalyptic Romance 47

Sasha and the others NEVER traveled at night.

Night time was when the real horrors came out—the long-limbed, fast-moving, silent ones with glowing eyes.

During the day, they drove.

At night, they rested in fortified cabins Sasha conjured or in the armored van, protected by layers of reinforced steel, enchantments, and Dylan’s paranoia.

Cloud and Alvaro worked like a well-oiled, aggressively competitive machine—taking shifts scouting the perimeter, hunting undead, and glare-fighting whenever Sasha wasn’t looking.

Reyes whispered once, "I think if Sasha wasn’t here, they would’ve killed each other."

Jones replied, "Correction—they’d kill each other to resurrect each other just to keep fighting."

Meanwhile...

Dylan and Sasha grew closer.

It was subtle at first—quiet conversations during watch duty, accidental touches, gentle smiles. Dylan wasn’t as boisterous as Alvaro or as arrogant as Cloud. His care was quiet, steady, grounding—something Sasha hadn’t realized she needed.

But oh, Alvaro noticed. And Cloud definitely noticed.

When Dylan tucked Sasha’s hair behind her ear one night, Cloud dropped his sword.

When Sasha bandaged Dylan’s hand, Alvaro crushed a can of soda with bare fingers.

Jones and Reyes?

They watched the love triangle—scratch that, love square—like it was the best drama of their final days.

One night, when the undead numbers were low and the road was safe, they found a sheltered forest clearing. Privacy. Peace. A rare moment of rest.

And somehow—maybe because the moon was kind, maybe because they were exhausted, maybe because surviving death every day made people make reckless choices—the four of them...gave in.

Cloud kissed her first—quick, hot, desperate. Alvaro pulled her back, claiming her lips with the dark hunger he never hid. Then Dylan, trembling but sincere, cupped her cheek and kissed her gently, reverently, as if she’d break.

The world spun.

Sasha didn’t pull away.

And for once, none of the men fought.

They simply wanted her—wanted each other—wanted the comfort, the warmth, the release of fear they carried daily.

Wrapped in blankets, tangled in limbs, whispering names between kisses, letting the night swallow their doubts.

When morning came...

Sasha woke with three men sleeping around her—Cloud clutching her waist, Dylan holding her hand, Alvaro’s arm draped under her neck like a possessive lover.

Reyes made coffee while whistling.

Jones took one look at the scene and whispered:

"I KNEW IT."

And so their journey continued—dangerous but full,

terrifying but intimate, chaotic but strangely sweet.

They traveled north through forests, ruins, abandoned towns—fighting monsters, outrunning undead, laughing, sharing meals, teasing, and stealing kisses whenever privacy allowed.

They were four souls clinging to each other in a dying world.

And somehow...

Somehow, that made the world feel a little less dead.

Sasha stared out the window of their armored jeep as they traveled, one hand resting on her belly without even realizing it. Her eyes, sharp and hungry, scanned every ruined town and abandoned settlement they passed.

She wasn’t looking for supplies.

She was looking for potential villains.

Her future collection—she meant the poor, misunderstood men who needed saving, of course—couldn’t keep wandering the wasteland forever. It was time to create a permanent home base.

A stronghold. A sanctuary where every villain she rescued could be cared for, groomed, and—fine—maybe slightly pampered.

The three men traveling with her certainly had no objections.

Alvaro whistled as he polished his gun. Cloud drove in focused silence. Dylan scribbled notes on a tablet Sasha gave him.

All three with Jones, and Reyes had finally admitted they wanted to settle down.

Especially after they noticed Sasha’s belly.

Especially after it became obvious that Sasha was pregnant.

Whose child?

That was... complicated.

Cloud and Alvaro had fist-fought about it for five straight minutes until Dylan threw a rock at both their heads and declared:

"It doesn’t matter whose it is. We all live together; therefore, we’re all its dad."

Surprisingly, all three men agreed.

And even more surprisingly—they were all excited about it.

"Three dads?" Sasha had teased.

"Three idiots," she corrected later, because the three of them were already arguing over baby names, baby room layouts, and whose genes were superior.

But the four of them—plus Jones, Reyes, and the small handful of trustworthy survivors—worked together and made something miraculous:

A community.

A home.

They built high concrete walls fortified with steel plates.

Guns mounted on towers.

Solar grids and wind turbines for power.

Laser fences and motion-detecting lights Sasha had acquired.

They even had clean water from a deep underground reservoir Sasha discovered thanks to her water detecting tech—and Dylan’s science.

Everything else—tools, cement mixers, tarps, wiring, fuel, seeds, even the literal bulldozer—they got from Sasha’s ring.

No one questioned it anymore.

Sasha had seedlings for every crop imaginable, and her space ring held more than enough supplies for a lifetime. For a community that wanted to grow. For babies to be raised safely.

She never wanted children in an apocalypse.

It was too dangerous. And no child should be raised in this kind of world.

But when their children were born—bright eyes, sharp minds, and strangely charismatic from day one—they became her joy.

Her pride.

Her headaches.

And one of them...

Well...One of them grew up to be the real villain of the world.

Even the bunny shook his head when he saw the ending to this ARC.

"Good job," the bunny said, crossing his little arms. "Though having a harem is too much, don’t you think?"

I shrugged. "What can I say? I’m sinfully beautiful. Men are weak against my beaut and wit. I don’t make the rules."

The bunny rolled his eyes so hard they nearly fell out. "You’ll be rewarded for this ARC, but—"

He flipped a scroll open. "—all your rewards will go directly to the shop to pay off your loan."

I slumped. "Please stop reminding me I’m broke."

"Well," the bunny said, voice suddenly sly, "if your poverty bothers you, there is one world you can try."

My ears perked. "World? What rank?"

"A Rank-S world."

My eyes sparkled. "Rank-S? The highest rank? What’s the reward?"

"One hundred stars."