250: Chapter 250 I really like the scent on you.

The morning sun spilled onto the walls of the Shelter, its golden rays intertwining with the smoke left over from last night's battle.

Thirty thousand Female Warriors stood in neat formation on the square, exhaustion on their faces, but even more so, the pride of victory.

"Reporting to Master!"

Ye Qingxue stood at the very front of the ranks, her voice cold yet carrying a hint of excitement:

"In this battle, a total of 20,347 zombie remnants were eliminated, including one SS-rank, twelve S-rank, and the rest were below A-rank."

"Our casualties—zero!"

She spoke those last two words with particular emphasis.

Zero casualties!

This figure would be an unbelievable miracle for any faction.

But in Lin Yuan's Shelter, it was merely an ordinary night exercise.

"Well done."

Lin Yuan stood on the high platform, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

His gaze swept over the Female Warriors below, a flicker of gratification in his eyes.

These women were already strong enough.

Strong enough to crush any enemy without him needing to lift a finger.

"Master is mighty!"

"Long live the Shelter!"

Thirty thousand Female Warriors shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and the earth.

Their eyes were full of fanatical worship, as if they were looking at a deity.

In a corner of the crowd, Murong Xueer stood quietly, her gaze fixed on Lin Yuan.

Today, she still wore that white dress, her silver-white hair fluttering gently in the morning breeze.

There was still no expression on that exquisite face.

But in her heart, ripples were beginning to form.

She had observed the entire battle last night.

The strength of those Female Warriors far exceeded her imagination.

What shocked her even more was that Lin Yuan had built all of this single-handedly.

Not only was he powerful himself, but he could also make the women around him powerful.

This kind of ability was even more terrifying than mere brute force.

A faint, almost imperceptible curve appeared at the corner of Murong Xueer's mouth.

This man was making her more and more curious.

After the victory ceremony ended, the Female Warriors began to disperse.

Lin Yuan stepped down from the platform, and just as he was about to head back to rest, he suddenly stopped.

He turned to look at Murong Xueer, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth:

"Xueer, walk with me."

This wasn't a request; it was a command.

Murong Xueer raised an eyebrow slightly but did not refuse.

She stepped forward and walked gracefully to Lin Yuan's side.

The two walked side by side through the streets of the Shelter.

Along the way, the Female Survivors bowed and greeted them, their eyes filled with admiration.

"Greetings, Master!"

"You've worked hard, Master!"

"Master is the most handsome!"

All sorts of greetings rang out incessantly.

Lin Yuan merely nodded slightly, a faint smile on his face.

That calm and composed demeanor made it seem as if everything was under his control.

Murong Xueer followed quietly by his side, her gaze scanning their surroundings.

Clean streets, bustling shops, busy yet orderly crowds...

This didn't look like a Shelter in the Apocalypse at all; it was more like a thriving city.

"Shocked?"

Lin Yuan's voice came from beside her.

Murong Xueer turned to look at him, a strange glint flashing in her cold, beautiful eyes.

"A little."

She admitted frankly:

"I didn't expect such a place to exist in the Apocalypse."

"This is just the beginning."

The smile on Lin Yuan's face grew more radiant:

"When I unify this world, there will be many more places like this."

Unify the world?

A trace of surprise flashed in Murong Xueer's eyes.

This man's ambition was even greater than she had imagined.

But strangely, hearing these words from his mouth didn't feel arrogant at all.

Instead, it felt like a matter of course.

It was as if unifying the world was merely a matter of time for him.

The two arrived at the Core Zone of the Shelter.

This was Lin Yuan's private territory, where only core members could enter.

Towering buildings, advanced equipment, and Black Technology products everywhere...

Everything highlighted the power of this Shelter.

"This is the Command Center."

Lin Yuan pointed to a building and introduced it:

"Xia Muqing works here, responsible for the data analysis and intelligence gathering of the entire Shelter."

"This is the Training Ground, where the Female Warriors train every day."

"This is the Supply Warehouse, storing enough supplies for thirty thousand people to use for ten years."

"And here..."

He introduced the places as he walked, his tone flat but carrying a hint of pride.

All of this was created by him.

From a small basement to the current apocalyptic empire.

It had taken him less than a year.

Murong Xueer listened quietly, her gaze scanning the surroundings.

A complex emotion welled up in her heart.

As the successor of the Murong Family, she had seen too many factions.

But she had never seen anyone like Lin Yuan.

An empire built not on family inheritance or accumulated resources, but entirely on his own ability.

This man was terrifying.

"Well?"

Lin Yuan suddenly stopped and turned to look at Murong Xueer:

"What is your evaluation of my Shelter?"

Murong Xueer was silent for a moment, then spoke softly:

"Very strong."

"Much stronger than I imagined."

"Is that all?"

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips.

Murong Xueer didn't answer, just looked at him quietly.

In those cold, beautiful eyes, a light of scrutiny flickered.

Right then, Lin Yuan suddenly moved.

Without any warning, he reached around from behind and grabbed Murong Xueer's slender waist!

"You—!"

Murong Xueer's body suddenly stiffened, and before her exclamation could escape, she was tightly imprisoned in Lin Yuan's arms.

His chest was pressed against her back, his scorching body heat transmitting through her thin clothes.

That forceful possessiveness made Murong Xueer's heart race instantly.

"Let me go!"

She instinctively tried to struggle, but Lin Yuan's arms were like iron bands, locking her waist firmly.

"Don't move."

Lin Yuan's voice came from beside her ear, low and magnetic:

"I just wanted to take a closer look at you."

As he spoke, he lowered his head, his nose gently brushing against Murong Xueer's fair neck.

That faint, ethereal touch sent a shiver through Murong Xueer's entire body.

"The scent on your body..."

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, a satisfied smile playing on his lips:

"I really like it."

Murong Xueer's cheeks instantly flushed crimson.

As the eldest miss of the Murong Family, no one had ever dared to treat her like this.

The men who pursued her didn't even dare to come within three meters of her.

But this man...

He not only dared to approach, but he also dared to pull her directly into his arms!

"You... you're insolent!"

Murong Xueer's voice trembled slightly, yet she couldn't break free from Lin Yuan's hold no matter how hard she tried.

"Insolent?"

Lin Yuan chuckled, one hand still around her waist while the other reached up to pinch her chin.

He forced her to turn her head and meet his gaze.

Their eyes met.

Murong Xueer saw the light in Lin Yuan's eyes.

It was a look of absolute confidence, absolute dominance.

It was as if in his eyes, she was already his prize.

"On my turf, I do whatever I want."

Lin Yuan's thumb gently rubbed her lips, the gesture extremely intimate:

"Including you."

Murong Xueer's heart beat like a drum, her mind going blank.

She wanted to argue, to struggle, to use her Superpower to attack this insolent man.

But for some reason, her body refused to obey her.

She could only let Lin Yuan's finger wander over her lips.

"Follow me."

Lin Yuan's voice was low and seductive:

"I won't treat you poorly."

After saying that, he released her.

Murong Xueer stumbled back a few steps, her cheeks flushed, her chest heaving violently.

She glared at Lin Yuan, her eyes full of shame and anger.

But even more than that, it was a throb of excitement she had never felt before.

"You... you just wait!"

She threw out those words and turned to run.

In that flustered state, where was the demeanor of a cold goddess?

Lin Yuan watched her retreating back, a triumphant smile on his lips.

"Run then."

He spoke softly, a playful light shining in his eyes:

"You can't escape my palm anyway."

Murong Xueer ran all the way, only stopping when she reached her own room.

She leaned against the door, gasping for breath.

Her heartbeat was like a drum, unable to calm down for a long time.

Her hand unconsciously rose to touch her own lips.

There, the warmth of Lin Yuan's fingertips seemed to linger.

"Damn it..."

She cursed under her breath, but her cheeks grew even redder.

That man's gaze, his voice, and the scent on him...

Everything was like a brand, deeply etched into her mind.