Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 242 Alpha Among Thousands of Goddesses

Following what Liana said, Magnus dragged his tired feet off the RV. The trucks marked by the Ice Regiment were loaded with food.

Each sleeper bus held around seventy people. With half a pound of rice per person per day, that meant a hundred pounds every three days.

Distributing the rice wasn’t hard. A hundred pounds of grain was like carrying a 25-pound sack for Magnus, who had four times the strength of an ordinary man. No big deal.

With over a hundred sleeper buses, Magnus picked up speed and got the job done in about an hour.

But water - now that was the trouble. The bottled water wasn’t factory-sealed anymore. They were reused bottles, filled up manually. Just a while ago, they could still use the 50-liter white barrels for water storage. Now most of those were filled with animal blood. Magnus had no choice but to hand out small bottles. Per bus, counting drinking and cooking, they needed at least 700 bottles.

So 700 bottles meant three trips per bus. He had to go around looking for vehicles that still had water. That alone took him more than three hours.

Then came cans and vegetables. Each bus got 30 pounds of vegetables, two boxes of canned food, plus some condiments - salt and chili.

It’s not that the team couldn’t tough it out or demanded luxury meals, but in a few days, most of them would be risking their lives mining meteorite fragments. If he couldn’t even make sure they ate well beforehand, Magnus couldn’t live with that.

Once all the sleeper buses were taken care of, there were still the truck drivers to help. Over 1000 vehicles - trucks, off-roaders, RVs - and each had two drivers. They had to be fed too. And their conditions were even worse. Most trucks couldn’t be heated. No stoves in the cab. So Magnus also handed out blankets.

More than 2000 drivers, most not even Awakened. When Magnus went from truck to truck handing out supplies, he found many female drivers burning up with fever.

Each time he came across one, he used Life Crystals to heal her. Didn’t take long - just a few seconds per person.

Finally, he had to replenish the meteorite soil in the sleeper buses.

Twelve hours. It was already deep into the night. And every single task - he did it all himself.

He ran practically non-stop for twelve hours. Just think - over 1000 vehicles, and if he spent even a minute on each one, that’s over 1000 minutes. A full twelve hours is only 720 minutes.

By the latter half of the night, Magnus was running on sheer will. He weaved through the convoy like a ghost, stopping less than five times in twelve hours, and never for more than thirty seconds.

By the time he finished distributing every last item to every last team on all 1000+ vehicles, he stumbled back to the luxury RV like a drunk.

The moment he shut the door behind him, the breath he’d been holding gave out. His knees buckled, and he slumped against the wall by the door, still clutching water bottles intended for Liana and the others.

Truth was, he didn’t have to do it this way. He could’ve used the black ring’s space to deliver everything.

But he didn’t. It wasn’t that Magnus was trying to hide anything. The problem was just that using that ring space was damn annoying. Rice he could handle - fifty pounds a bag. He’d just mutter "in" and it’d vanish into the space. Easy.

But canned food and bottled water? Each time he used it, he could only store one can or one bottle. And when pulling things out? Had to close his eyes and feel around for it - still only one at a time.

The Earth Crystal soil was even worse. Couldn’t use the ring with it at all. After a few stabs at it, he gave up. Too much hassle.

That’s why he ended up so exhausted.

The women rushed over, not minding the grime this time, helping Magnus as he nearly collapsed. They hoisted him gently onto the couch. Liana quickly brought over a bowl of ginseng porridge, spoon in hand, ready to feed him.

Magnus shook his head, sat up straight. Being fed like a kid felt too much. He gave a tired grin, took the bowl and spoon, and started eating on his own.

The porridge was warm, sliding down his throat, curling into his stomach. Soothing. Fragrant.

"I’m fine. Just need some sleep after this."

The Beast Blood’s effects had about twenty hours left. Food - barely enough to last the team three more days. Drivers had supplies for maybe half a month.

Time was pushing hard on his heels.

If he didn’t come up with a better plan soon, he feared his days would be nothing but pouring Beast Blood over himself and handing out rations - wearing himself down for 8,000 women depending on one man.

He headed into the RV’s sleeping area, hoping to catch a few hours of rest. Sarah and Ashton followed silently. Magnus gave a bitter smile. At this point, he had no energy for anything else.

He slept straight through till midday. He’d told the two women to wake him at six sharp, but they’d worried over him and made the call to let him sleep.

When he got up at noon, he didn’t blame them. Just sighed. Another Beast Blood cycle would expire by nightfall. Time didn’t slow down for anyone. And still - nothing. No new ideas.

He stepped out, grabbed a bit of food. Sarah came from the back, hands full. A small clump of hair.

She and Ashton had counted them - 500 strands fallen in a single night.

Stress, fire in the blood. It was eating at him.

Back in the couch area, Magnus downed some canned meat, barely chewing. White rice too - just swallowed. Last night’s deliveries had gutted him. He was desperate now. More desperate than anyone.

"I’ve got nothing this afternoon. I’ll deliver more food," he said flatly. "Ten tonight, I cover myself with Beast Blood. Midnight, Emily, Liana, Charlotte - rest up first in my room. At twelve, we’re heading into Hanford City again. We need to check places with our own eyes. There has to be something we’re missing."

"Why not me?" Sophia’s voice cut in sharp, her brow arched. She’d been cooped up in the trucks so long she was ready to burst. Now when others were going? And not her?

Charlotte stood, calm, with a soft smile. "Because he doesn’t feel safe when you’re not around. You’re still in charge of the rear. Without you, the convoy’s just not steady."

Truth was, Magnus didn’t think she could help much out there.

Stepping out of the RV, he took a deep breath. The air was fresh. But in his chest, it felt like a rock was wedged in deep - heavy and choking.