Undying Warlord

Having to listen to a lecture about sex didn't really feel good.

Kathrine was embarrassed by the way Dilan spoke about these matters nonchalantly, which was something one could see quite easily.

Her cheeks were beet-red, and she was unable to maintain eye contact with Dilan.

His outburst came as a surprise to not just Kathrine but the others as well, all of whom had no idea why he was so agitated by Kathrine's comment.

Some women stopped crying, just to take a look at Dilan before they started to sob once again.

But this time, it was somewhat different, and their crying didn't sound as desperate as before, nor did it look as if they had given up on life itself.

It was weird, and the women couldn't really tell what was going on with them either.

They could only understand each other, and Yvonne was one of them.

She looked at Dilan for a few seconds before feeling a little bit more reassured. Yvonne began to understand why her sister said that it was ok for Dilan to be stronger than them.

He seemed to be way too disinterested in them, which could have multiple reasons.

Though at the end of the day, his reason was not important, and the only crucial factor was that Dilan never looked their way with a lustful gaze when he could take any woman by force.

This made all of the women reassured that he had no interest in them!

A moment later, Oliver and Ailee entered the doorframe of the VIP ward just to see the mess inside.

Earlier, they had only heard the noises of the fight that had broken out.

However, because they trusted Dilan and Kathrine's strength, there was no need for them to be worried.

As such, they had ignored the fight and instead started to inspect the living space on the fourth floor.

There were quite a few survivors on this floor, far more than on the first three floors.

But even if the number of Survivors was quite high, only the earlier dozen men had appeared to be healthy and as if they had never starved in their life.

Meanwhile, the other men, young children, and older women looked as if they had been completely ignored for several days.

Some even looked as if they had not even received a glass of water to drink since the start of the Primordial Ascension.

And then there were the young and rather good-looking women, who seemed to receive full meals.

The only issue with them was the deficit of their will to continue living.

This was bad, to put it simply, and both Ailee and Oliver couldn't help but feel that they had to report everything they saw to Dilan.

What they didn't know was that the situation was even worse inside the VIP ward.

Ailee's eyes widened in shock, and she felt as if she had entered hell for all women.

Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, but Ailee didn't start crying.

Instead, she imprinted the scene in front of her deep into her mind to never forget it.

'If I am too weak and don't grow stronger, I might end up just like them…violated and broken down!!'

Ailee didn't want this to happen, which was why she clenched her fists tightly.

Oliver saw this but there was nothing he could say to Ailee. Thus, he remained silent instead of trying to find comforting words to say to her.

When Dilan heard footsteps from the hallways, he took a short glance at Ailee and Oliver.

However, instead of bothering too much about what they would do, he spoke a few words while rummaging through the huge wardrobe.

"Bring everyone willing to come to the third floor. And tell Bianne to prepare some light, soup-based food for them. They should eat something light first. I guess the malnourished Survivors have yet to eat or drink something. If I'm not wrong, they have been starving for a few days."

After he finished, Dilan continued to look after the women around him.

In the end, he was not doing much, just handing out some clothes and blankets.

Oliver was ready to move, and follow Dilan's instructions, just for Ailee to stop him from moving all of a sudden.

Her expression was firmer than before, and she had already wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes.

"Do you think the others will accept so many new Survivors?…there are at least 50 Survivors, and we have to feed all of them!" She asked Dilan before turning her head slightly towards Oliver as she mumbled,

"You know how the others reacted when we brought back the three nurses…"

Ailee didn't want Dilan to hear her because it had already been extremely difficult to hide the attitude of some Survivors when the three nurses from the second floor were brought to the cafeteria.

But she had grossly underestimated Dilan's hearing sense, which led him to halt in his tracks.

"What did the others say, and who said something against taking in more Survivors?

His question was quite simple, but his voice was ice-cold.

It didn't feel as if he was asking a normal question but as if he demanded to know the things that happened inside their small community, things that were kept a secret from him.

Upon hearing Dilan's voice, Ailee froze for a moment, and the exact same happened to all the other women inside the VIP patient ward.

Meanwhile, Oliver couldn't help but press his lips together in a thin line.

'Well, now we have some problems…'

Oliver's thought described the situation perfectly.

Dilan was already frustrated because of the incident with Max.

He couldn't really believe mankind had hit such a low point after barely seven days had passed since the Primordial Ascension had begun!

It was horrific and it only cemented his opinion about the human race perfectly.

This made it even more annoying because he belonged to the very same race.

As such, Dilan should have expected to face mankind's desires and greed to make them believe that everything could be snatched forcefully, and they were the undisputed lords.

After all, almost everyone was certain that they were special, and that everything should go according to their plan as if the world revolved around them simply because they existed.

However, the truth couldn't be more different.

One had to work hard to be considered unique and special if one didn't possess any kind of talent.

And even with an inborn talent in a specific subject, sport, or something else, one had to work hard in order to become truly special.

Yet that was not something many humans had realized even after everything they faced during the last seven days.

Dilan also presumed that the mindset of most Survivors was the worst in their small community because everyone had enough food, water and even more so safety.

They had yet to come across any huge problems that affected the weak and entitled Survivors in their group.

Recalling that there was simply too little information or understanding about the new era, and about the fact that new rules had to be set up, he was able to calm down.

Dilan figured that it was necessary to analyze the situation in a proper manner.

'I thought it was not necessary to hold the reins of control over the group…Do I really have to?'

What he was thinking about right now was to lead the entire group of Survivors and control them.

Initially, this was not something Dilan wanted to do, but it looked like it was necessary to come up with some rules, and that was something only someone with power over the entire group was capable of doing.

He could just say that some things were forbidden, but the moment he would be busy with something else, his words would be ignored, and some sneaky survivors would go against the set rules.

That was if he were to be just some ordinary member of their group.

And if he wanted to punish someone for creating chaos in their group, it was impossible for him to remain a 'normal' member of their community.

There were a few more factors that he had to consider, but it looked like there was not really much of a way out of the situation.

"Looks like there is no other choice…"