What a massive domain. Just how strong are these people? Could the outside world produce ability users this powerful? Morgan's mind swirled with questions as he watched Theresa and her team, a heavy sense of dread settling over him. Once Theresa finished keeping all the supplies, she said, "We're leaving." "Hold on. The upper floors haven't been cleared yet," Morgan said. "Dr. Klein is activating the purification system on the top three levels." "Purification?" Theresa asked, puzzled. "It wipes out everything that moves." Morgan flashed a smile. At that moment, Harry, who had been silent at the back the whole time, suddenly blurted out, "You can't! There are still people up there!" But his protest earned him nothing more than a glance from Morgan. "Who are you?" "I-I'm a survivor from the first floor. I came down with them. We still have a few companions waiting on the second floor for rescue!" Morgan's smile widened. "Then, starting today, you're the administrator of the second floor." Harry froze, stunned by the words. "Any other questions?" Morgan asked, his gaze locking on Harry. His smile radiated a warmth that felt godlike. But in that moment, Harry felt nothing but the icy chill of hell.They never bothered to solve problems and silenced anyone who dared point them out. He asked them to save the survivors upstairs, but they just made him part of the management instead. He didn't dare speak again. He knew no amount of protest would change anything. They would never lift a finger for those at the bottom rung. To them, ordinary lives were nothing more than trash to trample and discard at will. Once Theresa and her team helped seal off the top three floors, Morgan personally activated the purification system. In an instant, the upper levels fell under negative pressure. The negative pressure they'd built into the system could rip a human body to shreds in minutes, including the humanoid zombies. … Upstairs, the zombies slowed to a halt, their bodies pulled toward the vacuum as their limbs were torn off under the crushing force. Meanwhile, the survivors who had stayed on the second floor suddenly felt their chests tighten. They clutched their throats, gasping for air, but nothing helped. The oxygen drained away, collapsing their alveoli first. They couldn't even scream. They writhed on the floor, feeling the air ripped from their bodies. They had been waiting for rescue. But what they got was death—delivered by the very camp they had trusted. …Downstairs, Harry watched the button being pressed and finally realized—only the four of them had made it out alive. Everyone else was dead. Beside him, Amy hung her head, her body trembling uncontrollably. Linda, who had just lost her boyfriend, went from blank shock to sheer terror. Even William couldn't shake the cold claws of lingering fear. If they hadn't caught up to Theresa in time, they would have been finished. Even if the zombies hadn't gotten them, the camp's management would have. The people running this place were terrifying. This entire camp was terrifying. Harry bolted from the room and threw up violently. The purification process lasted three full hours. When it finally ended, the camp's main doors flickered green and unlocked one by one. Ark Camp One's personnel went up first to sweep the floors, confirming no zombies remained. After that, Theresa and her team refused to linger any longer and left. … During that time, Morgan and Lucas exchanged polite conversation. Morgan treated them with warmth and enthusiasm, even showing keen curiosity about the growth of K1 Camp. Though Lucas wasn't a scheming man, he knew how to read the situation. He shared just enough, painting K1 Camp as a small survival camp scraping by in the apocalypse, scavenging for supplies wherever they could. After listening, Morgan's attitude grew even warmer."Mr. Keaton, you've really had it rough. With how bad things are out there, lasting this long is no small feat." Lucas offered a polite smile. "Without support, we can only do what we can." Morgan didn't try to hide his ambition and suggested, "In that case, why don't you consider joining Ark Camp One? I've seen your team's capabilities. If you join us, I can give you a fourth-floor management position." "Oh? You want to kick that old man out before he keels over?" Theresa cut in. "Dr. Klein is getting old. It's about time he stepped aside and let someone capable take charge." Morgan turned to Theresa at her remark. "Since you're Lucas' younger sister, mind if I call you Theresa?"