Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse

Magnus Specter stood there in a daze, staring at the big white goose still flapping its wings on the ground. It felt damn near unreal.

He didn’t even bother with Sophia Reid and the others. In two quick strides he jumped onto the goose, locked an arm around its neck, cut open the throatpipe, then used the Super Fire Crystal to burn it through and through until it was dead for good. After that, he crouched down and started checking the bullet holes on the corpse one by one.

What he wanted to know was simple.

Where exactly had the girls hit it to make the thing lose its ability to move?

The goose’s body was full of bloody pits from gunfire, dense as hornet holes. Magnus cut one open with his dagger. He dug less than ten centimeters before the bullet head showed up.

That alone told him enough.

Shots in the flesh would only make it hurt. Or enrage it.

They were no killing blows.

He followed the body inch by inch, patient and grim. There were three bullet holes in the goose’s stomach. He sliced along the wound path and checked carefully. The stomach was damaged.

Then the neck.

Then the head.

Then the eyes.

Now and then, gunshots still rang out in the alley as the female team members kept killing sparrows. The crack of the shots bounced off the walls, sharp and dry. Magnus spent more than half an hour examining the goose. In the end, he stood in front of its head, eyes narrowed, lost in thought.

If his judgment was right, then the goose’s stomach, lower belly, neck, head, and eyes were all weak points.

He went back into the alley and gave Harper Quinn a signal. The off-road vehicle drove over near the goose’s corpse. Magnus grabbed one end of the steel cable and, with practiced hands, looped it around the goose’s neck. Harper drove while they hauled the body back to the underground parking lot first.

Magnus looked left, then right. At the far end of the street, he spotted a rooster.

Same method as before.

He herded it over.

And Sophia Reid’s group killed it the same way too.

This time Magnus stood far off and watched with full attention. Of the fifty women under Sophia’s lead, thirty opened fire. Each one fired around a dozen shots. Then Sophia raised a hand and told everyone to stop shooting.

And that was that.

Thirty people. A dozen rounds each. Three hundred-plus bullets slammed into the rooster’s body, and it dropped.

The whole thing took less than a minute.

Magnus felt so tangled up inside he wanted to claw at his own hair.

All the hard work he’d put in these past days... was it really just to save a few bullets?

So this was how easy it was for them to kill animals?

Then what the hell had he been busting himself for all this time?

He’d worn himself down until he looked half man, half ghost.

What the hell for?

But he couldn’t blame anyone else.

That was just the kind of man Magnus was.

A worrier by nature. Never at ease. Never fully trusting anyone else to handle things. No matter what it was, he only felt settled if he did it himself.

Like when he was little, eating with his grandmother.

Before sixth grade, fine. He was still young, didn’t understand much.

But after he got into middle school, little by little, he started feeling that the bowls she washed weren’t clean enough...

This wasn’t because he was unfilial, and it sure as hell wasn’t because he thought his grandmother was dirty. The old lady just hated wasting dish soap. Every time Magnus Specter scooped himself a bowl of rice, the bowl and the plates were still slick with grease. That had nothing to do with filial piety. It was a different matter altogether.

From then on, washing dishes, laundry, cooking—pretty much every chore in the house—fell onto Magnus Specter’s shoulders. And his grandmother kept praising him, saying he was such a good, dutiful boy...

That was why, from the time he was young, Magnus Specter had grown into the kind of man who had to do everything himself, had to handle every last thing with his own hands.

And that, in the end, had led straight to today’s... tragedy, if you could call it that.

Turns out these mutant birds weren’t nearly as hard to kill as he’d thought.

Three hours.

For three solid hours, Sophia Reid and the other fifty female team members hid in the alley and killed like mad. They dropped over a hundred sparrows, one big white goose, three roosters, and three ducks. Seven large fowl in total.

By the third hour, Sophia Reid and the fifty women still hadn’t taken a single hit. They didn’t even use Metal Crystal anymore. They were killing monsters bare-handed in the sense of not relying on any Crystal at all.

Only thing was, they burned through a lot of bullets.

Fifty women, nearly two hundred seventy magazines.

But damn, it felt good.

When they got back to the underground parking lot, Sophia Reid was the first to jump down from the sleeper truck. She landed light and sharp, chin raised, spirit blazing. In that moment, she looked like she’d found the old feeling again—the one she had back when she led the Female Special Forces Unit.

Laughing loud, she strode over and started reporting the results to Emily Ward and the others.

Magnus Specter, on the other hand, felt stifled. Real stifled.

He had the ugly feeling that, in the eyes of the women in the group now, he looked like some fool who made a huge show out of killing things that were actually easy prey. Like he was grinding himself half to death, face grim as iron, acting like only he could do it, only he could protect them...

How to put it?

It was like in peaceful times, when women were scared of cockroaches. Magnus Specter would jump out, slap his chest, stand in front of them, and shout, “I’ll protect you!” Then he’d struggle and fuss and finally kill the bug.

And then one day, the woman casually killed a cockroach herself, easy as spitting, and turned back to look at the man with that sort of gaze...

That kind of gaze could choke a man.

Damn depressing.

But even that wasn’t the worst part.

The worst part was that while Sophia Reid was grinning and talking with Emily Ward, Charlotte Renard, and the others, she kept glancing back at Magnus Specter with those big eyes of hers.

Sideways looks.

Meaning buried in them.

Hell!

If I hadn’t saved your ass back then, dragged you out of that chicken’s gut, you’d have been chicken shit by now!

Magnus Specter cursed her bloody in his heart, but there was no light on his face. He couldn’t even flare up properly.

Thankfully, Charlotte Renard had some tact. She walked over, took hold of his arm, and said to the others with a smile, “Magnus really meant well. He was doing it to help save some bullets for the group...”

Would’ve been better if she’d said nothing.

The moment she said it, Magnus Specter got even angrier.

He had fought like a madman these past days. Nearly died more than once. Took heavy wounds over and over.

And all that was just for a few bullets?

The second batch went out soon after. Emily Ward led another fifty.

Magnus Specter followed behind, still carrying that gloomy knot in his chest. If he hadn’t been worried someone might actually die, he really would’ve liked to make things harder for them—just enough for them to understand that what he did wasn’t easy.

They switched to a different alley.

Sophia Reid had already explained most of it to Emily Ward. So this time, there wasn’t much left for Magnus Specter to teach. In fact, when it came to killing sparrows for the first time, they didn’t even need him to demonstrate.

The moment Emily Ward brought the fifty women into the alley, they came pouring down from the truck in a rush.

First, the sparrows.

The kill went shockingly smooth.

Then the chickens, ducks, and geese.

Magnus Specter was in charge of drawing the monsters in...

After killing nine in a row, Magnus Specter came back to the alley with a knot in his chest.

He had planned to call Emily Ward and the others to wrap it up, then get the women with the truck to come haul the corpses away.

“Magnus!”

The moment he stepped into the alley, Emily Ward came over and stopped him. She caught his arm, looked him straight in the eye, and asked, “Magnus, we want to go out and try. Not just stay in this alley. We want to test ourselves outside.”

Magnus Specter froze for a beat. Then his eyes swept across the women at once.

None of them had used a Metal Crystal.

His face hardened right away. “You want to go straight out there?”

He shook his head without room for argument. “No. Absolutely not. You didn’t use Metal Crystal. That’s too dangerous. No.”

“Magnus!” Isabel Finch stepped forward fast, her face tight with urgency. There was a stubborn fire in her eyes. “Let us try. We’re not scared.”

“Yeah, Captain, we’re not afraid. Let us give it a shot.”

“Let us try...”

The women all started crowding around him, one after another, voices overlapping, each one carrying the same heat, the same resolve.

Magnus Specter hurriedly raised a hand and cut them off.

“It’s not the same,” he said in a low, hard voice. “Fighting in the alley and fighting outside are two different things.”

He pointed toward the alley mouth, his brow drawn tight.

“In here, at worst, sparrows come at you from two sides. Outside, they’ll come from every direction. Front, back, left, right. All around you. That’s not the same fight.”

His tone got heavier as he spoke.

“And what if a whole flock comes crashing in? What then? You run?” He let out a short, harsh breath. “If you turn and run back, at least seven or eight of you will die before you make it in. That’s too dangerous. No means no.”

The alley fell tight for a moment.

The women looked at one another, but the fire in their eyes did not go out.

“A whole flock?” Emily Ward’s big eyes shifted, quick and bright. Then her expression lit up at once. “If a whole flock comes, that’s fine too. I’ve got a way.”

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