Weapon System in Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 44: Some Irate Survivor Part 2 — Sudden Quest

"You! Who are you? You're just a kid! Are you kidding me?"

Thomas's expression remained neutral as he stepped forward, hands in his pockets. "Thomas Estaris. Supreme Commander of this settlement. I was told you wanted to speak with me?"

"Wait—what the heck? Are you joking with me right now?"

Phillip clenched his fist, feeling the urge to punch him in the face again. "Lower your tone, you are speaking to our Supreme Commander. Any more insulting words coming out from your mouth and I will swear I am going to land a punch on the other side of your face."

"Now now—that's not proper, Phillip," Thomas said, calming Phillip down, he waited for a few seconds for silence, and it was granted to him. "If you're done throwing your tantrum, let's get to the point."

The four members of RAVE sat stiffly on the couch, clearly uncomfortable with their manager's behavior. One of them, a young woman with shoulder-length brown hair, subtly nudged the manager's arm as if telling him to calm down. He ignored her.

"I've been telling your soldiers—" the manager spat the word as if it disgusted him, "—that we need to get back to Korea immediately! We are not meant to be stuck here. My clients are superstars! Do you have any idea how valuable they are?"

Thomas's expression remained blank. "And?"

The manager blinked, caught off guard. "And you should be prioritizing their evacuation! You have an army, don't you? You have helicopters, planes, tanks for God's sake! You should be doing everything in your power to get us back home!"

"What makes you think that you can order me like that? Don't you realize that we are the ones who rescued you. If it was not for us, you would have been a feast to the zombies. You are all staying here in this complex. There's no safe place in the world other than here. But if you still want to leave, I can let you live, but you'll be on your own. Do you want that?"

One of the RAVE members, the young woman with shoulder-length brown hair who had nudged the manager earlier, suddenly stood up. She was visibly distressed, her hands clasped together as she bowed deeply in front of Thomas.

"I-I'm so sorry about our manager!" she said in accented but fluent English. "He doesn't mean to be rude! Please forgive him!"

The other three members quickly followed her lead, standing up and bowing as well.

Thomas sighed, already knowing how this would play out. He recognized them now—RAVE, one of the biggest rising K-pop groups before the outbreak. He had listened to some of their songs before, and while he wasn't a die-hard fan, he knew they had been famous.

Looking at them up close, they truly lived up to their idol status.

The woman who spoke, likely the leader, had a refined beauty with soft brown eyes and a graceful posture.

Next to her, a tall woman with platinum blonde hair and piercing blue eyes had a more mature, commanding presence.

Another member, with dark hair tied up in a stylish bun, looked the youngest and had an elegant, almost doll-like appearance.

The last member had striking jet-black hair with bangs framing her sharp features, giving off a more intense, charismatic aura.

Despite their beauty and grace, it was clear they had suffered in this apocalypse. Their clothes were worn out, their makeup long gone, and there was a weary exhaustion in their eyes that no amount of fame could shield them from.

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The manager, seeing his clients bowing and pleading, looked flustered. "W-What are you all doing?! We don't have to beg—"

"Shut up, Mr. Kang!" the leader snapped at him in Korean, her usual polite demeanor cracking for a moment. She then turned back to Thomas, her eyes filled with sincerity.

"We are really grateful that you saved us," she continued. "We will follow whatever rules you set for us. We just… we didn't know what was happening outside, and our manager still thought things were like before."

Thomas observed them carefully. Unlike their manager, they weren't arrogant or demanding. They understood the reality of their situation.

He exhaled, then turned to Phillip and Rebecca. "Well, at least some people here still have common sense."

Phillip smirked. "About time."

Thomas looked back at them. "I'm not heartless. I understand why you'd want to go back home, but right now, that's impossible. The world as you knew it is gone. The safest place for you is here. Do you understand?"

The leader nodded immediately. "Yes, we do."

"Good." Thomas then glanced at the manager, who had his head down, avoiding eye contact. "And you? You got anything else to say?"

The man hesitated before mumbling, "I… I understand."

Thomas smirked. "Louder."

The manager clenched his fists, swallowing his pride. "I understand."

"Good. I don't want to hear another complaint from you." Thomas turned back to the idols. "As for you four, you'll be treated like any other survivor. That means you'll be assigned housing, rations, and potential work duties if necessary."

"We understand," the blonde one said with a small nod.

Thomas took one last look at them before sighing. "Get some rest. You're safe here."

As Thomas was about to leave—the notification system prompted.

[Emergency Quest activated!]

[Emergency Quest Activated!]

[Quest Name: Testing Your Mettle.]

[Description: The undead horde has detected your presence. A massive wave of zombies is mustering for an attack on your stronghold. Estimated numbers: 800,000+. Time until impact: 2 hours.

Primary Objective:

Defend MOA Complex from the incoming horde.

Failure would result in the immediate termination of the system.

During the quest, the user won't be able to access the system features.

Prove your worth to the system and you will be rewarded for continued use of its features.]

Thomas's eyes narrowed as he quickly processed the message. A massive horde was on the move, and it was heading straight for them. Two hours—that was barely enough time to prepare.

He exhaled through his nose and turned to Phillip and Rebecca. "We need to go. Now."

Phillip, noticing the sudden shift in Thomas's expression, stiffened. "What's wrong, sir?"

"We have incoming," Thomas simply replied before storming out from the room.

Phillip and Rebecca flickered their gaze to one another before following Thomas.