Apocalypse Gachapon

Chapter 1595: You are the solution (3)

Achinas was a Greek man with captivating golden locks and deep blue eyes. His fair complexion and striking features made him the object of many foreign womenʼs desires.

Add to that his formidable strength, and he became nothing short of the perfect dream lover.

Originally, Achinas had been in high spirits these past few days. Finding such a prime hunting ground was nothing short of a godsend.

Given a little more time, he could completely devour the creatures of Yakutsk. By then, his hands would hold millions of demon crystals—soon to be transformed into evolution potions, propelling his forces to become the strongest not just in Europe, but the entire world.

Perhaps then, he could even rule the planet and join the cosmic races in this grand wheel feast.

When a subordinate rushed in with a report, he was studying a map, strategizing how to lure out more mutants for annihilation.

”What? Pei Jia?”

Achinas frowned. Pei Jia was one of his closest affiliated forces—practically his own faction. That was precisely why he had entrusted them with the rear camp. It was supposed to be foolproof.

While the allied forces handled their own basic logistics, the rear camp was less of a supply depot and more of a private warehouse for Achinas and his powerful collaborators. Weapons, equipment, potions, scrolls, and cards—all were part of their lucrative trade, sold to combat units for massive profits.

So if trouble broke out elsewhere, he might not care. But the rear camp? That was his treasure chest.
”Send Opudo to investigate. If necessary, conduct a full purge.”

No matter how charming Achinasʼ smile was, the shadow of bloodshed lingered at the corners of his lips.

A man who climbed to such heights in the apocalypse was no stranger to slaughter.

To those who dared challenge him, Achinas spared no thought—kill first, ask later. Only then would future troublemakers think twice.

Pei Jia might be close, but he was still an outsider. Opudo, however, was one of Achinasʼ top three enforcers—an eight-star evolved with an equally formidable battle beast, a mutated European bison. The title ”Blood Ox Knight” was feared across Eastern Europe.

With Opudo on the case, Achinas was confident. His orders granted full authority—even if Pei Jia had to die.

After issuing the command, Achinas refocused on drafting the next offensive plan.

But less than an hour later, the same messenger returned—this time, pale-faced.

”What now?” Achinas felt a twinge of unease.

”Sir... Opudoʼs squad entered the rear camp and... has gone silent.”

”Silent?” Achinasʼ perfect brows arched as he stood abruptly.

If Pei Jiaʼs failure could be chalked up to carelessness, Opudoʼs disappearance spelled real trouble.

This meant the Eastern squad that defeated Pei Jia wasnʼt a fluke—they were genuinely formidable.

”George!”

A voice boomed through the tent flaps before a hulking figure entered—thick red curls, a bushy beard, and a frame like a fortress door. A veritable barbarian.

”Donis, youʼre here!”

The giant nodded, his voice thunderous. ”I heard about the rear camp. Pei Jia captured? How are you handling it?”

This was Donis, one of the allianceʼs most influential figures and a co-owner of the rear campʼs inventory. Few dared call Achinas by his first name.

If anyone thought this ”barbarian” was as crude as he looked, theyʼd be dead wrong. Donis was shrewd, calculating, and razor-sharp—a true strategist.

His strength matched his intellect. Though not quite Achinasʼ equal, he surpassed Opudo by a wide margin.

”Worse. I sent Opudo to clean it up, but heʼs gone dark.”

”That serious?!”

Donis scratched his scalp, sparks flickering in his eyes.

”Hmm.” Achinas considered going himself.

”Iʼll handle it.”

Donis turned to leave. Achinas nearly called him back but held his tongue.

Donis and his men far outclassed Opudoʼs squad. If anyone could resolve this, it was him.

Achinas decided to wait.

But this time, his earlier nonchalance was gone. Restless, he abandoned his plans and stepped outside, staring toward the rear camp.

Minutes ticked by. The unease gnawing at Achinas grew unbearable. As the allianceʼs leader, he had to project unshakable confidence—yet his instincts screamed disaster.

When the intelligence officer reappeared, his dread peaked.

”Speak!”

Achinas strode forward, his voice betraying tension. He knew—if this news was bad, the situation was dire.

The officer lowered his head, whispering: ”Sir... Donis entered the rear camp and... no contact. We sent ten scout teams from all directions—all silent!”

Achinas inhaled sharply, forcing calm. For a few seconds, he gazed blankly at the Arctic sky before uttering, icy:

”Mobilize the entire alliance. Surround the rear camp.”

The human war machine surged toward the rear camp.

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When Ye Zhongming returned to camp, the first person he saw was Old Man squatting gloomily nearby. Before he could ask, Red Hair and Xia Bai noticed his arrival.

After a brief debrief, Ye Zhongmingʼs gaze fell on the three men pinned to the ground by spears—Pei Jia, Opudo, and Donis.

His first thought wasnʼt about the impending storm.

But rather... a desperate, high-risk plan to save Talking Lady.