Chapter 177 Surveying Dominion

Ryo moved with a quiet intensity through the town streets, accompanied by Sayako and flanked by four Striders and two hulking Brutes. The Striders were lithe and silent, shadowing Ryo's every move with a predator's grace, while the Brutes towered at the rear, their heavy footsteps echoing like distant thunder.Ryo's gaze swept over the streets he now considered his own. Zombies milled about in a slow, steady rhythm, filling every corner, alley, and doorway, a dense wall of grey-skinned figures moving in silent obedience to the territory's new master.

Unlike the sporadic, chaotic swarms that had filled the towns before his arrival, these zombies appeared subtly ordered, almost as if they sensed his presence and moved to clear his path.

A smile played on Ryo's lips as he surveyed the scene. It was rare to see the town so fully under his control. He could feel it—an unspoken command he exerted over every undead in his line of sight. The power didn't need to be forced; it radiated naturally from him, like an aura that held these creatures bound within his invisible grasp. seaʀᴄh thё Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Sayako hovered beside him, her eerie, white eyes scanning the streets with an awareness that belied her condition. Ryo noted her stance, the way she kept close to him but always slightly ahead, like a sentinel or a fierce guardian awaiting his command.

Ryo paused near the remnants of what used to be a small pharmacy, its shelves long ransacked but the windows surprisingly intact. He leaned against the doorframe, looking out over the town center with satisfaction. The sight of hundreds of zombies patrolling his town, moving with an almost deliberate purpose, filled him with a quiet thrill.

This was his domain, shaped by his will, a fortress made not of walls but of fearsome loyalty and relentless obedience.

Glancing back at the Striders and Brutes standing by, he assessed their formation. Each mutant held its position, vigilant and awaiting his direction, their formidable forms instilling a sense of overwhelming security. With these guardians at his side, no human or stray survivor would dare intrude without facing certain death.

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"Stay close," he murmured to Sayako, who responded with a subtle nod, her body tensing as if ready to spring into action. Her loyalty, her agility, her raw power—all of it made her the perfect enforcer, a weapon honed to protect him and his territory.

With a final glance over his shoulder, Ryo continued his patrol, his mind already turning to the possibilities.

Ryo's gaze shifted from the streets to the main road leading into town. He knew it would only be a matter of time before government forces or rogue survivors decided to test their luck here. And he couldn't stand the idea of their vehicles or soldiers tainting his territory.

The town was his sanctuary, a place unblemished by the politics and power plays of desperate survivors and government agents alike.

He considered his options, his mind already mapping out the logistics. Blocking the main road was simple enough in concept but would require a strategic approach. Fallen structures, derelict vehicles, or even a wall of Brutes and Striders could act as barriers. But he wasn't after a temporary solution; he wanted something lasting, a blockade so formidable it would deter even the boldest outsiders.

A smirk tugged at his lips. There was no real rush—no human dared to set foot in these parts unless they could control zombies as he did. And he knew with certainty that he was unique in this power, a singular figure in this wasteland. Others might have found themselves ambushed or torn apart on sight, but here, every creature bent to his will, bound by his strange immunity and unyielding dominance.

Sayako caught his expression and tilted her head, awaiting his command. He glanced at her, feeling a flicker of pride in how she, too, had become a pillar of his control. Together, with the might of the Striders and Brutes around them, he could turn this town into an impenetrable fortress.

Ryo looked at Sayako, a sense of awe mingling with his curiosity. It was undeniable—each time he shared himself with her, her abilities seemed to intensify. She moved with a speed and strength that surpassed even the most evolved zombies he had encountered. Her loyalty, too, had deepened, transforming her into a guardian that would reach him in a heartbeat if he so much as thought of needing her.

He'd witnessed her agility before, but now, with each encounter, her power seemed to amplify further, as if his influence alone was reshaping her into a formidable force. Sayako's dedication to him was unwavering, far beyond that of any other creature he commanded. She had become a blend of instinct and loyalty, a silent protector and companion whose purpose was solely bound to him.

Ryo smirked, running his hand over her shoulder. There was no doubt: Sayako had evolved, her physical prowess and fierce loyalty a testament to his unique influence over her. She was unlike anything he'd ever known, a creation of his own making, shaped by an unspoken bond.

Ryo's fingers trailed across Sayako's skin, a smooth canvas that seemed to defy the laws of nature. Her pale complexion, untouched by decay, felt like a soft caress against his touch. It was as if her skin had been crafted with the utmost care, a delicate work of art that contrasted sharply with the harshness of the zombie-infested world.

As his hand moved to her breast, Ryo felt a surge of desire. Her breasts, firm and full, seemed to beckon him, a silent invitation to explore. He cupped them gently, his fingers tracing the delicate curves, a subtle dance of pleasure and power.

His hand then caressed her buttock, a smooth, rounded shape that invited his touch. The sensation was intoxicating, a blend of softness and strength that spoke to the unique nature of this female zombie. Sayako's body, though undead, seemed to possess a life of its own, a sensuality that was both alluring and mysterious.

Ryo's mind raced with thoughts. This female zombie, with her smooth skin and sensual curves, was a testament to the power of his control. She was his creation, a living, breathing embodiment of his will. Her loyalty and obedience were absolute, a silent testament to the bond they shared.

As he continued to explore her body, Ryo felt a sense of ownership and dominance. Sayako's body, a perfect fusion of beauty and strength, was a reflection of his power. She was his to command, his to protect, and his to pleasure.

The more he touched her, the more he realized that Sayako was not just any zombie. She was special, a unique creation that enhanced his dominance and added a layer of sensuality to his world. She was a reminder that, even in a world of death and decay, beauty and desire could still flourish, a secret pleasure that only he and Sayako shared.

As Ryo observed Sayako's remarkable transformation, a thought crept into his mind. What if this wasn't a unique effect just for her? He wondered if any other female zombie would experience the same enhancements, loyalty, and unbreakable bond with him—or if Sayako was indeed a special case, a product of something unique between them.

The idea of experimenting further intrigued him, even fascinated him.

If he were to choose another female zombie, he could test this, see if his influence would reshape her as it had Sayako. But at the same time, a small, lingering curiosity held him back: was there something inherently special in Sayako? Would any other bond ever match hers?

For now, he kept the thought in mind, silently deciding to keep an eye out for the next potential candidate.

Ryo's mind drifted to Ken, the strange survivor he'd met not long ago. Ken had his own way of "controlling" zombies, using intimacy to build a bizarre harem of loyal, undead protectors. Ryo shook his head slightly, bemused by the man's unconventional approach. To each their own, he thought—he wasn't one to judge, though he found Ken's methods distasteful, crude even.

Unlike Ken, Ryo valued something different. He was building something far more meaningful. Sachiko, Yumi, and now Sayako each held a place in his world, each bonded to him in a way that went beyond simple survival or control. They were his. His to protect, his to command, and most importantly, his alone.

That sense of possession brought him a quiet satisfaction, knowing that each of them—whether human or zombie—was irrevocably bound to him.

For now, Sachiko and Yumi fulfilled his desires as human companions. They were soft, warm, and alive, grounding him in the humanity he had carefully guarded within himself, even in this world dominated by the undead. With them, he indulged in the pleasures of life that reminded him of his own strength and the control he held over his environment.

But then there was Sayako—his only pleasure among the undead. She was beautiful in a haunting way, her pale, flawless skin smooth beneath his touch, her loyalty unbreakable. Sayako was unlike any other zombie; she was stronger, faster, and utterly devoted to him, becoming more powerful with each encounter.

She was his unique creation, a mark of his ability to reshape this world to his liking, both living and undead. In her, Ryo found a reflection of the influence he wielded—a potent symbol of his rule in this twisted new reality.