Meanwhile, several of his plant summons had evolved even further.

The Water Mage, Healer, Archer, Warrior, and Guardian units had all evolved into Treekins.

Their intelligence, combat strength, and synchronization with the Treehouse had increased drastically.

At this moment, the four girls beside him appeared to be half-asleep comfortably on the sofa.

But in reality, all of them were secretly observing Vikram.

Now that the Territory had become stable, they genuinely didn’t know what his next goal would be.

After all, they already had food, water and safety.

Compared to other survivors in the wasteland, their current life was practically heaven.

But unlike the others, Vikram still had many unanswered questions in his mind.

Why had Isha, her team, Carol, and the others appeared again? It was still strange, but he could understand that it must be some kind of Wasteland ability.

But the most shocking thing was—why was the Treehouse there? And there were even more Treehouses like it within the other ruins.

Were they also waiting for him to appear?

And what was the mystery behind the Golden Blood? Why had even the Plant System warned him not to touch it?

And why did he feel a strange familiarity with the blood, which could even turn humans into zombies?

But then he controlled himself and decided to focus on his current territory.

Now, Territory 1 had become a completely invincible shield that nothing could break.

But he had already made it his mission to conquer the territories around him. Savage Wolf Shelter was already under his control.

He decided it was time to take over a new territory, while at the same time increasing the manpower of Territory 2.

Although he didn’t really find them worthy, since he already had a plant army, he still didn’t want his plant army handling every simple task.

And as for trouble, since Territory 1 was now a complete fortress, it no longer mattered whether he stayed there or not. So, it was time to let Territory 2 become his public face in the Wasteland.

And since many regions had already become closed off, perhaps others like him also existed there. It would be better to prepare in advance.

While thinking about increasing his manpower, Vikram thought of his best spy.

He sent a message to his lackey—no, his good subordinate, Abhishek.

"Vikram: Abhishek bro? I heard your Shelter’s boss died yesterday. What’s the situation now?"

After sending the message, he once again used his ancestral method, giving the other party electroshock therapy. He quickly received an instant reply.

"Abhishek: Boss, what Abhishek bro? Please don’t flatter me. I’m just a dog slave; I don’t deserve it."

Seeing that after so much ’training,’ Abhishek’s character had finally improved a little, Vikram chuckled.

"Vikram: Is that so? Then how come I heard people from your Shelter say you’re a high-ranking executive now?"

"Vikram: I bet after Lawrence died yesterday, you, Abhishek, didn’t receive any fewer benefits, did you?"

"Vikram: Could it be that even the position of Brown Wood Shelter’s boss was snatched by you, kid?"

"What the hell?!"

"How did he know I was running for boss?"

Of course, Vikram didn’t actually know Abhishek’s true situation. He was just guessing.

—

Brown Wood Shelter.

Inside the Shelter’s main house, a group of people sat around a circular table. On the table lay a corpse.

The corpse still bore many traces of missing flesh on half of its body; it was clearly Lawrence, whom Vikram had punched to death in the Hospital two days ago.

Strangely, one seat at the circular table was clearly empty.

And this person was Abhishek, who had excused himself to relieve himself, claiming an upset stomach, but was actually secretly communicating with Vikram.

"Abhishek: Boss, how did you know our Shelter’s boss died?"

"Abhishek: I remember he went there to take some supplies from the hospital yesterday, but no one knew how he died there, and due to the Zombie outbreak at the hospital. No one cared about Lawrence’s corpse, right?"

He asked tentatively, wanting to know if Vikram had been present the previous day.

He had a faint suspicion in his heart that Lawrence’s death was probably related to Vikram, or even that he was the one who killed him.

After all, if it were truly as these high-ranking officials of the Brown Wood Shelter speculated, that a Legendary Zombie was responsible, there would definitely not be half a corpse left.

"Vikram: Stop guessing wildly. Your boss Lawrence was killed by me. What’s the situation with your Brown Wood Shelter now? Has a boss been elected yet?"

"Vikram: Is there a share for you?"

"Knock, knock!"

"Hey, Abhishek, aren’t you done yet?"

"Becky asked me to come and hurry you up."

Abhishek, who had temporarily left the meeting to hide in the restroom and secretly contact Vikram, shivered.

"Cough, cough, almost. Hurry, hurry, hurry my ass."

After casually dismissing the subordinate who came to urge him, Abhishek’s expression grew even stranger.

When Lawrence was in power, his strength completely crushed these high-ranking officials. But now, his hands-off boss, Vikram, had silently dealt with Lawrence.

The candidates for this Shelter Chief were chosen from the fifteen high-ranking officials, including him.

Originally, he had no hope, as he still had a gap between himself and the most powerful high-ranking official in the Shelter.

Whether in terms of prestige or strength, it normally wouldn’t be his turn.

But the strength Vikram revealed reignited his thoughts.

Abhishek’s eyes rolled around, "Although this cheap boss always does things that are not human, his strength doesn’t seem to have ever failed."

"If... he could interfere in the election for the Brown Wood Shelter’s Chief, wouldn’t the position of Chief be firmly in my grasp?"

By now, from the initial control by the wristband and trying to break free through various means, he had long since come to terms with it.

Abhishek was too lazy to argue about whether to be Vikram’s dog.

Anyway, if he wasn’t Vikram’s dog, he would still be a dog for someone like Lawrence. Vikram needed him, and occasionally he could even take advantage. His mindset had long since changed.

Since he couldn’t resist, what else could he do but enjoy it?

"Abhishek: Boss, you are still the most amazing. That Lawrence was nothing but a fart in front of you."

"Abhishek: As for the election for Chief you mentioned, it hasn’t been decided yet. We are still discussing it."

"Abhishek: I am currently qualified to participate, but my abilities are not enough, so my hopes are slim. I’m afraid I’ve disappointed you, Boss."

Abhishek carefully read his message a few times, confirmed that he had expressed everything he wanted to, and clicked send.

"This dog-like fellow really can’t change his ways. As soon as something happens, he starts to cry weak and plays that hard-to-get game."

Vikram received the message, pouted, and spat.

Normally, Vikram wouldn’t humor him, but today was different.

He indeed needed such a person to serve as the Chief of the Brown Wood Shelter.

After all, currently there was no one else left close to him in the Brown Wood Shelter except for Abhishek, so currently he was best for him, while he also brought back some high-quality Survivors from the Brown Wood Shelter.

Anyway, controlling the lifeblood of a Shelter Chief was essentially no different from controlling the Brown Wood Shelter himself.

And he wouldn’t have to worry about managing those remaining Survivors who might later serve as backup energy. Why not?

After a brief moment of contemplation, Vikram made up his mind.

"Vikram: Wait there. I’ll be right over."

"Abhishek: Hey, Boss, no need to rush. There’s still a day or two left."

Abhishek still wanted Vikram not to rush and to observe a bit longer, but who knew Vikram’s avatar already showed as offline. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

He, still hiding in the restroom, was having a headache.

It wasn’t that he was worried Vikram coming so casually wouldn’t be able to take over the Brown Wood Shelter.

Rather, he was afraid that the kid would arrive too early, and he wouldn’t have time to hide his good stuff before the other party arrived, and then it would be ’pluck a feather from every goose that flies by’ again.

He was truly afraid of Vikram, this bandit.

He was afraid that before he even became Chief, the Shelter’s supplies would be plundered clean.

Just as he was on the verge of tears, another knock came from outside the door, "Bang, bang, bang!"

This time, the voice was even more urgent., "Abhishek, did you fall into a pit, you son of a bitch? We’ve been waiting for you for ages, aren’t you done yet?"

Hearing this voice, Abhishek lost his previous stern tone towards his subordinates, and his attitude improved significantly.

"Alright, alright, Jammy Bro, I’ve had a bit of an upset stomach these past two days, sorry about that."

Abhishek pushed open the restroom door, clutching his stomach, feigning discomfort.

The Survivor, called Jammy, sneered at Abhishek, knowing that he was just a person who bullied the weak and feared the strong, with no ambition.

He snorted, "Hmph, if you’re done, hurry back to your seat. If you don’t aspire to climb up, there are plenty of others who do. Don’t waste everyone’s time."

If these words were spoken before, Abhishek would not have dared to say another word.

But just now, Vikram said he would come to help, and with that backing, he was instantly filled with indignation.

"Tsk, meddling in other people’s business. Even if I waste time, what does it have to do with you?"

"You’re just Becky’s lackey, do you actually think you can be the Shelter Leader?"

"What an idiot!"

Abhishek’s words were not hushed at all; not only did the subordinates guarding the meeting room hear him, but even the other high-ranking officials in the meeting room had their expressions change.

Not to mention Jammy Bro, the person directly involved.

"What did you say?"

"Do you dare to say that again?"

Jammy also had a fiery temper; although he was indeed under Becky, the most prestigious person among the high-ranking officials, he didn’t consider himself a dog.

Moreover, no matter how bad he was, it wasn’t up to this coward who always threw a tantrum when something big happened to speak.

He grabbed Abhishek’s collar, seemingly wanting to show off in front of Becky, who was preparing to be elected Shelter Leader, and his actions were particularly forceful.

He shook Abhishek so much that he felt like throwing up.

But when he thought that someone would back him up later, and it was a formidable character much more powerful than Lawrence, Abhishek’s expression remained unchanged.

"Did I say something wrong? I’m not your master, why are you barking at me? What, do you want to fight?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the people in the meeting room changed again, and they all looked at the Survivor in the main seat.

And Jammy, hearing these words, had actually wanted to deal with Abhishek, but seeing Becky, he ultimately gave up.

He could only say resentfully, "If I can’t be the Shelter Leader, then can a Wasteland like you, who always has epileptic fits at critical moments, be one?"

Abhishek’s face darkened; the so-called ’epileptic fits’ were, of course, the effect of Vikram’s electric shock bracelet.

He couldn’t refute it, nor could he tell the truth, but he shrugged.

"How do you know I can’t? Who knows?"

"Ha?"

"You, wanting to be the Shelter Leader? You must have had an epileptic fit and rattled your brain, didn’t you?"

Jammy had originally wanted to argue, but now he was so angered by Abhishek’s words that he laughed.

At this point, someone in the meeting room urged him, and he finally glared at Abhishek fiercely before returning to his seat.

Abhishek also saw Becky’s cold gaze, but he had no intention of apologizing and took his seat behind him.