Vampire Overlord's Harem In The Apocalypse-Chapter 34: Apocalypse Farming (IV)

Simon took a deep breath, his body still tingling with the aftermath of the intense battle.

He gazed down at the headless form of the Mid-Level Zombie, watching as its once-writhing limbs finally stilled. Despite the rapid decay, the corpse continued to twitch for a few moments, its once intelligent yellow eyes still seeming to burn with hatred.

But eventually, it succumbed to death and its body began to disintegrate.

’Another one down,’ Simon thought, exhaling sharply as the last of the steam evaporated from the creature’s remains.

[You have killed a Mid Level Zombie]

[Your World Ranking has increased to 750, 345]

The notifications flashed across his vision, but Simon didn’t linger on them. He dismissed them almost instantly, though part of him couldn’t help but marvel at the result.

His eyes stayed on the dissipating ashes for a moment longer.

’So, intelligent zombies exist after all,’ Simon mused to himself, his thoughts still swirling with the encounter. ’And they’re much stronger than your average mindless one. But it still doesn’t make them untouchable.’

As formidable as the creature had been, it wasn’t invincible. Despite its heightened awareness and sharper instincts, it was still limited.

It wasn’t operating at full human intelligence. It was capable of logic, of rational decision-making, but it lacked the higher-order thinking that humans could rely on.

That was its fatal flaw. If a zombie couldn’t think beyond basic logic, it could still be outsmarted.

Simon had felt it when he fought — there was power behind every strike, but it wasn’t clever. It didn’t anticipate his next moves.

And that had made all the difference.

His sword was sheathed once more, but as he looked down at the now-ash-covered ground, he could still hear distant groans — a sound that had become familiar, even if unsettling.

More zombies were approaching. Simon wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot.

With a practiced hand, Simon grabbed his rifle, adjusting the straps on his back. He wasn’t about to let the world get the best of him.

There were more enemies to kill, more threats to handle. It wasn’t just about surviving anymore; it was about asserting his dominance in this new world, ensuring that he remained in control.

Suddenly, the sound of more groans erupted from all around him. Zombies, dozens of them, began to stagger into the street, drawn to Simon like moths to a flame.

The air was thick with the stench of decay, their movements slow but relentless. For a moment, it seemed as though he might be overwhelmed. But Simon wasn’t one to back down.

His body blurred as he moved, fast and agile. His blade flashed in the air, slashing through the first wave of zombies with ease.

They fell before him like leaves in a storm, their heads separated from their bodies with swift, practiced precision. Each cut was clean, calculated, efficient — there was no hesitation, no mercy.

"If this is all I have to do now," Simon muttered under his breath as he cut down another zombie, "I’d happily spend my days in this endless war. But I know it’s never that simple."

As he carved his way through the undead horde, Simon’s mind couldn’t help but wander for a moment.

The world had changed, and so had he. He wasn’t the same person anymore — not the naive survivor he had been when this all started.

He had adapted, become sharper, more ruthless. And that was what it took to survive in this new world. No one could afford weakness.

But even as the last of the zombies fell around him, Simon knew he couldn’t let his guard down.

The horde might have been cleared, but there were always more. There would always be more. And there was a lot of work left to do.

The journey back to the mansion was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of the street he had just left behind. The weight of the rifle on his shoulder felt familiar, almost comforting. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Simon could feel the sweat dripping down his neck as he reached the front door, the exhaustion of the day creeping up on him.

He staggered into the house, his clothes — what remained of them — streaked with blood, the unmistakable scent of death still hanging heavy in the air.

The door creaked open, and before Simon could take another step, he heard Bethany’s voice.

"What happened to you?" she asked, her eyes widening as she took in his blood-soaked form.

The smell hit her almost immediately, and she froze for a moment, a shiver running down her spine. "You’re covered in—"

"It’s nothing," Simon interrupted, his voice hoarse. "Just the usual... mess." He let out a small, tired laugh as he dropped his rifle onto the kitchen counter. He hadn’t realized how much weight the weapon carried until now.

Bethany stepped closer, her eyes scanning him. There was a moment of silence before Simon noticed her cheeks flushing, her gaze drifting down to his bloodied clothes.

It took him a moment to realize why she was blushing — his own blood was smeared across his body, but the source of her embarrassment wasn’t the mess. No, she was wearing clothes that were far too revealing, far too skimpy for the current situation.

Simon blinked, and for a split second, the two of them just stared at each other, both of them unsure of how to address the sudden awkwardness.

He opened his mouth to say something, but the words stuck in his throat. He’d been so focused on the zombie fight that he hadn’t even noticed how she was dressed.

Bethany cleared her throat, visibly flustered. "We, uh... need to find a way to get a cold bath. Now," she said, a nervous laugh escaping her. It was clear that she was trying to break the tension, though her blush remained.

Simon nodded in agreement. He could certainly use one himself.

But as his mind drifted to the tasks ahead, he knew that things weren’t going to be easy from here on out.

There was more danger, more uncertainty — things weren’t going to settle down. Not yet. The apocalypse was far from over, and Simon had barely scratched the surface of what it had in store for him.

For now, though, the cold bath would have to do. They would deal with the bigger problems tomorrow. For tonight, they were both still alive. That was all that mattered.