In the end, with the help of the dog, Nadia won unfairly. Betrayed by the very dog she had trained, Harrison wasn’t angry. Instead, he patted the dog’s head. "Good. From now on, if anyone tries to bully her, you need to protect her." Colby had been aggressive earlier, and Nadia was a little concerned. "Did it bite you?" "No." Harrison praised, "The dog knows right from wrong better than people. Colby knows how to hold back." Nadia agreed. Dogs could sense the energy around people. Harrison had no ill intentions, so he hadn’t been attacked. Days passed, and Nadia’s strength improved at a visible pace. When Jasmine learned that she was sparring with Harrison, she got serious, practicing with Caleb and Levi every day. The sounds of wailing often came from 1803. After being beaten repeatedly, Caleb became tougher, and Levi lost her slim waist entirely. With their bodies improving, the two who took the beatings gained more confidence. "Nadia, how about we spar for a bit?" Nadia smiled. "Sure." The mats were laid out in 1803, and Nadia took on both of them. Jasmine acted as the referee, while Lily and Colby played the role of bystanders. Jasmine blew a whistle. "One, two, three, begin!" Bang! Bang! Nadia performed a side throw and a knee to the stomach, clean and swift. The two fell to the ground in defeat, wailing on the mats.Then… nothing more happened. Caleb clutched his stomach, tears streaming from the pain. "You… You have no honor!" Nadia remained indifferent. "We’re in the apocalypse. Who’s talking about honor?" Lily, wanting to cheer on his sister, didn’t expect the fight to end so quickly. He got up and ran home. "Harry, Miss knocked both brothers down with one punch!" She used the moves you taught her! So impressive! Caleb and Levi, who had just been beaten, had no comment on that. What a gap between people! How could they lose their dignity like this? Jasmine was furious. "You couldn’t even beat me, but now you can’t even handle Nadia’s moves?" She didn’t say another word. It was clear she had been too kind! From now on, they would have to follow Colby—no matter how many laps he did, they would have to follow suit. The two’s faces turned pale. The dog ran eighty laps a day, and they couldn’t compare! "You can’t beat Nadia, fine, but now you can’t even defeat Colby?" It wasn’t fair! Colby wasn’t just any dog. It was a superpowered freak dog! In such a short time, it had already developed muscles. Jasmine didn’t care. As long as they didn’t drop dead, she’d train them to death. While the 18th floor was thriving, the number of jealous, envious, and angry people in the building kept increasing. Whether they went outside or remained indoors, people were jealous of them. It had been so long without them going outside. Surely, they had a lot of supplies. They were starving, but there were faint smells coming from the 18th floor. No one dared to confront them head-on, so they all went to find Hunter, pressuring him to negotiate with the 18th floor and hand over some supplies. Hunter refused to get involved in such dirty business, but he couldn’t let his family starve, and his kids were starting to look like big-headed dolls. "Mr. Thatcher, let’s talk first. If they refuse, we can bring in people from the outside and take everything at once!" "Right! Who’s that stingy? We’re starving on rainwater while they’re up there feasting on lamb and hotpot. Are they even human?" D*mn them! Hunter cursed. I didn’t even smell anything on the 13th floor—how could someone on the 7th floor smell it? They’re just trying to stir things up. He wasn’t about to be tricked. If they attacked the 18th floor’s supplies, the 18th floor would definitely strike back. However, there was no other way; the outside world was a dead end. He’d have to find a way within the building. Fine, if we’re doing this, we’re all in. I’m not taking the fall alone. Hunter decided to go all in. With so many people, could the 18th floor really kill them all? That night, after finishing a sparring session with Harrison, Nadia was covered in sweat when she heard a knock at the door downstairs. The person was wrapped up tightly, only their eyes visible, and slid a piece of paper through the crack in the door. "There’s danger. Be careful." Without waiting for a response, they turned and hurried off. Even though the person was completely covered, Nadia still recognized his voice—Austin, who came to warn her that Hunter, in collusion with others in the building, was trying to force the 18th floor to hand over their supplies. Everyone gathered in 1803, and Nadia showed them the note. "What do you all think?" Jasmine, with her fiery temper, said, "Let them come. Are we scared of them?" Supplies were everything now. Who would give up a chance to survive?Even if Hunter only wanted a portion now, what about next time? The time after that? Not just Jasmine, but even Caleb and Levi refused to agree. Colby also disagreed, showing its sharp teeth and growling, "Woof!" It wouldn't allow anyone to steal its food. So, the 18th floor unanimously voted against giving up anything! Want supplies? Those people had to be dreaming. If they weren’t wrong, those people would probably come up tomorrow. Everyone knew that this kind of thing would soon become a regular occurrence. Even if they didn’t come, others outside would raid them. No one wanted to live on the edge, but this was the apocalypse—the world where people were eating each other. They went back to prepare. Tomorrow would be a tough battle.Back home, Nadia took out a protective suit from her space and measured Colby’s size. She couldn’t sew clothes, so she had to improvise as she wanted to give Colby the best protection. The dog hated being restricted, but after so much time had been spent treating its skin condition, it had gotten used to wearing clothes. Not only did it eat well, but it was also getting the right nutrition, and it wasn’t as thin as it used to be. The new fur that had grown was smooth and shiny. With all the training from Harrison, Colby had muscles now. She measured it and adjusted the size, making sure it would have enough room to grow. She spent two hours making the protective suit for the dog. It seemed to fit well. Since Colby would keep growing, she left the sizing a bit loose. To help Colby get used to it, she opened the door and let it run through the course. Well, she was kind of talented as the suit didn’t restrict Colby’s agility at all. After eating and sleeping well, Colby suddenly got restless, ready to fight. Opening the door, they heard a knock downstairs, with Hunter calling in a hypocritical tone. Nadia ignored him and prepared breakfast for herself and Colby: milk, fried dough sticks, and hand-grabbed pancakes. After eating and brushing their teeth, it was time to get to work. Hunter’s repeated shouts had left his throat raw, but since the 18th floor refused to communicate, he was ready to get serious. They’d break down the door. At the building manager’s words, greed flashed in everyone’s eyes. The 18th floor seemed like a treasure trove, and once they broke through, they’d eat and drink to their heart's content, free from worry for the rest of their lives. It had been ages since their last full meal. The endless hunger was torture.Why did the 18th floor live in luxury in this apocalypse while they scraped by like animals? Fueled by rage, the crowd grew more impatient, eager to tear the 18th floor apart. Just as they were about to pry open the door, a sound came from above.