[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-zombie-apocalypse-i-have-safe-zone-superpower":3,"chapter-zombie-apocalypse-i-have-safe-zone-superpower-zombie-apocalypse-i-have-safe-zone-superpower-chapter-496":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Zombie Apocalypse: I Have Safe Zone Superpower",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1241196,1668,"Chapter 496: Entered","zombie-apocalypse-i-have-safe-zone-superpower-chapter-496",496,"\u003Cp>She had once thought Ivy was pathetic, someone who endured abuse without retaliation. Even as a firm believer in feminism, Angelina had never once considered helping her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, she had arrogantly believed she could infiltrate Ivy’s base just by turning invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her thoughts drifted to Damien, who had suddenly vanished from the cave. Anxiety tightened her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I should’ve just told Ivy everything.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She remembered how Ivy’s success rate was so high that even she was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more she thought about it, the more tempting the idea became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Maybe... if I tell her the truth,’ Angelina thought desperately, ’I can escape this misery and find another way.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, another thought crept into her mind, cold and unwelcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if she truly wanted to confess everything, did she even have a way to contact Ivy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t enter Ivy’s base at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realization made her chest feel tight. ’I really am delusional.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention, she had bullied Ivy relentlessly in the past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memories surfaced uninvited, sharp and ugly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Would Ivy really be generous enough to forgive someone like me?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more Angelina thought about it, the more unrealistic it seemed, like chasing a dream that was never meant for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, she convinced herself that the safer option was to continue obeying him, to follow Damien and do exactly as she had been commanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Maybe then... I’ll survive.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another day passed, and she still couldn’t enter the base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All she could do was sit quietly in the shadows, opening a bento bag and eating in silence, forcing the food down despite the knot in her stomach, clinging to the fragile hope that she might live another day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, her parents didn’t care whether she was exhausted or terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They cared about only one thing... their son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To get him back, they had given her an ultimatum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you can’t bring Arthur back within one week,\" her mother’s cold voice echoed in her mind, \"then don’t expect your secret to remain a secret.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her father’s words followed, just as cruel. \"We’ll tell everyone how you’ve been buying human meat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought made her hands tremble violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’There’s no way out.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more she thought about it, the more desperate Angelina became, until desperation finally sharpened into clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, she found it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rather than a loophole, it was a condition... a hidden one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’There it is.’ Angelina had noticed that only those who received official approval and carried a stamped identification book were allowed to enter the base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, she stole someone’s book, the stamp still warm under her fingers as guilt and fear mingled in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slipped into the back of the line, lowering her head as she scanned the people around her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, she found her target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mother and her daughter stood ahead, both looking anxious, clutching their documents too tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl’s name was Greta. They were former military base citizens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angelina had seen them before, exchanged occasional smiles, nothing more. Still, that was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plastering on a friendly smile, Angelina stepped forward. \"What happened?\" she asked gently. \"Why do you look so worried?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Greta froze when she recognized her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t known that Angelina and her family had already been expelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trust flickered in her eyes as she replied,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re relocating here. My brother... he sacrificed himself for the military.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice wavered. \"I couldn’t bring myself to stay near that place anymore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angelina nodded sympathetically. \"If that’s the case,\" she continued softly, \"why do you still look so anxious?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Greta frowned, her lips pressing together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I heard that many former military citizens are being rejected,\" she admitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They say you need someone to write a letter of recommendation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’That’s it.’ Angelina felt her pulse quicken. Outwardly, she smiled warmly. \"I’m a citizen here,\" she said confidently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can write you a recommendation letter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes flicked briefly toward the guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you want, I can even show my card and make sure you enter the base without any trouble.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those words were so kind that they made Greta look at Angelina as if she were staring at an angel who had descended at just the right moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes glistened, and without hesitation, she reached out and clasped Angelina’s hand tightly, the warmth of her grip trembling slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If it’s really possible,\" she said almost pleadingly, \"could you truly help us then? I promise to repay you later! I swear! I will see you as our savior.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angelina’s smile stiffened just a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was subtle, almost unnoticeable, but inside her chest, something twisted painfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’If she ever finds out the truth, she’ll hate me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, she nodded and gently squeezed Greta’s hand in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wrote the letter of recommendation carefully, her pen scratching softly against the paper, each stroke weighed down by guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking a steady breath, Angelina walked toward the reception area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she reached the counter, the person in charge looked up with a puzzled expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What kind of assistance are you looking for?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angelina swallowed hard. ’This has to work.’ She forced herself to remain calm and replied,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is my registration card.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slid it across the counter, her fingers lingering for just a second before pulling back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she added, \"I lost my personal stamp again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The receptionist frowned slightly. \"And what exactly do you need to do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angelina lowered her gaze, pretending to look distressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I need to write a letter of recommendation,\" she said softly. \"Without my stamp, I didn’t know where else to go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The receptionist’s expression softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In special circumstances, a personal stamp isn’t necessary,\" she replied with a small smile. \"I can stamp the recommendation letter for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not once did suspicion cross her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the approval card spoke for itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who possessed such a card was already a registered resident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no name printed on it, but that wasn’t unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the card had truly been lost, it would have been reported, and besides, the card looked freshly made.\u003C\u002Fp>",1014,"2026-06-05T15:12:36.808Z",1,"novelbin.me","2dee5bb1d1db5486ef3271f904b9ba33923c8b8edda669bb7a11de4dab1f4274","zombie-apocalypse-i-have-safe-zone-superpower-chapter-497","zombie-apocalypse-i-have-safe-zone-superpower-chapter-495",706,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fzombie-apocalypse-i-have-safe-zone-superpower-cover.jpg"]