Quentin didn't return after his suicidal stunt. As a result, Kyle, who had never liked Quentin, couldn't bring himself to mutter any disparaging words about Quentin. He finally understood why Theresa had kept Quentin by her side. Quentin really was a legend. He'd never done a good deed in his life. No one, not even Quentin himself, could claim that he was a good person. He was a man who had been dancing a dangerous tango with the law. His hands were black with sin. Yet, a man like that had sacrificed himself to save humanity. Theresa felt her blood freeze when she heard everyone's account of Quentin's actions. Quentin, he— She clutched her chest as she desperately looked at the guard panel under the system's interface. She had seven people under her command. The number seven was still there as clear as day. That could only mean one thing—Quentin wasn't dead. He had survived. The grim look on Theresa's face melted away upon learning that Quentin was still alive. In fact, she had to tamp down her emotions before she burst out laughing. I can't believe that b*stard ran off! Again! Quentin had made a break for it. She shut the thick stack of documents with a flick of her wrist and looked at everyone with sharp eyes. "From this moment on, the Blazing Sun Alliance is entering a recovery phase. I'm calling for a ceasefire. All wounded are to be transferred back to camp and are forbidden from joining the war. I will be taking over the frontline. Everyone who can still move will be divided into three groups, rotating in eight-hour shifts. "They are to rest once their shift ends, no exceptions.""Yes, Ms. Hall!" "Gather and preserve the fallen's remains if possible. If that isn't possible, prepare something symbolic for their funerals. I want to build a monument to honor the fallen heroes of mankind!" "Yes, Ms. Hall!" "Everyone is to receive full welfare privileges. The Blazing Sun Camp will cover food, clothing, housing—everything. In fact, send word out that we will also be covering all the wounded's expenses. I refuse to lose another life to this war!" "Yes, Ms. Hall!" Theresa's voice wasn't loud, but it still rang across the room like thunder. Everyone regarded her reverently, eager to heed her every order. She took out tens of thousands of pain relief gel and emergency pills and distributed them all. Then, she calmly handled the camp paperwork, sending concise yet effective instructions when needed. Those who needed rest rested. Those who needed recovery recovered. The entire alliance smoothly transitioned into recuperation mode. She stopped by to check on the unconscious Lucas and Bennie before telling others to take good care of them. Then, she wasted no time heading straight to the frontline. "Theron." Theresa spotted Theron as soon as she got to the second defensive line. Theron, who was stoically guarding the line, didn't hear her. His hearing was nearly gone. The battle had lasted half a month. His hearing had deteriorated due to the constant explosions. As a result, he didn't react when Theresa walked up beside him. Instead, he continued to stand there like a gargoyle as he stared at the sea of zombies. So, the unmoving Theron reacted violently the moment her hand touched his shoulder, going on the offensive. However, he immediately pulled away the instant he saw Theresa. The grim expression on his face broke into a delighted grin. "Theresa, you're awake!" She could barely see his handsome features under all that scruff. Half a month of fighting had aged him. Coupled with his bloodshot eyes, he really did look like a feral caveman. "You should rest. I've got this." "What? Speak up!" Theron was practically shouting. "Go sleep!" Theresa yelled back. Theron stared. "Huh? I can't hear you!" Theresa suddenly recalled she had hearing aids in her space. So, she whipped out a pair and fitted them on him. "This thing's great. I guess I'll be using it in the future," Theron remarked with a grin. Theresa was reminded of the Theron she'd seen in the alternate world. He was also confident and seemingly unstoppable. "Nonsense. You'll be fine after some rest." "It's good to finally hear from you." Theron plopped down next to her. "Rest. I've got things handled here." "I can't sleep," Theron muttered, rubbing his aching temples. "I've chugged three espresso martinis, but my eyes refuse to close." "You can rest now. I'm here." The scruffy-looking man slowly broke into a genuine smile upon hearing her words. He looked at her and teased, "Theresa, be real with me. You're a man, aren't you?" Theresa shot back, "Women aren't inferior to men, okay?" Theron laughed loudly. "Do you know you've been giving both Lucas and me a complex?" Theresa stared at him, utterly speechless. "But you're right," Theron continued, his grin deepening. "We really do admire you. Theresa, you've done one hell of a job." He held out a fist toward her.