[{"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-544":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},1241400,1668,"Chapter 544: Ian’s Offer","zombie-apocalypse-i-have-safe-zone-superpower-chapter-544",544,"\u003Cp>Ambition practically spilled from his gaze. The idea of controlling fate itself intoxicated him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, ambition alone was not enough. To make it reality, he needed to meet her first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After arriving near the city base where Ivy resided, Ian did not rush forward recklessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he surveyed the surroundings with passive look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We settle here first,\" he ordered his subordinates. \"Establish a forward base.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, construction began. Tents rose, defensive perimeters were drawn, and supply tunnels were secured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His people moved with disciplined efficiency, transforming empty ground into a functioning outpost within an astonishingly short time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time news of this new \"Talon Base\" reached Ivy, its foundations were already solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time she realized who had arrived...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ian Morris himself had already walked up to the gates of the city base, standing calmly before them as a vistor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he finally reached the entrance, he noticed the stark difference between himself and the others waiting outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most people stood in a long, tense line, clutching their identification cards as guards inspected each person one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ian, however, did not join the queue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he calmly stepped forward and handed over a neatly prepared note, an official request for a visit, written on behalf of a businessman and representative such as himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or to be more precise, a base leader like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a separate entrance for people like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the basic identification procedures were completed, those with proper authorization were escorted through a side corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards inspected Ian carefully, their eyes scanning his documents and then his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ian stood there patiently, his posture straight and composed, giving off the calm demeanor of someone who had nothing to hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Stay relaxed... there is no reason for them to suspect anything.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ian had always maintained a clean record.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a wealthy heir, his background check revealed no criminal history, no suspicious activity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a short investigation and a few quiet exchanges between the guards, the metal gate slid open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was allowed inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he stepped through the gate, the atmosphere of the base became clear to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold wind outside faded, replaced by the warmer, structured environment within the compound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People moved with a relaxed pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soldiers patrolled the walkways in disciplined formations, their boots striking the pavement with steady rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ian walked toward Martha’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already been informed of the locations he needed to visit in order to negotiate the deal, so he moved without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he walked through the inner streets of the base, his sharp eyes absorbed everything around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grocery stores were orderly. The shelves were stocked. The streets were clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most importantly, there was almost no chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No shouting. No desperate fights over food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the civilians walking along the paths seemed calm, their faces tired but not hopeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Interesting... very interesting.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers here were extremely disciplined, and even the civilians appeared organized. More importantly, he didn’t see anyone starving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This observation alone stirred a quiet admiration inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’As long as food is provided... humans rarely revolt.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That simple principle had always been true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time he reached Martha’s office, a plan had already formed in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the door and stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martha looked up from her desk the moment he entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She studied him briefly before gesturing toward the chair in front of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ian nodded politely and took the seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, Martha had already received the message that Ian wished to meet with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She adjusted the files on her desk, her expression calm but attentive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ian leaned back slightly as his thoughts continued running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This place... it is perfect.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he observed the base, the more convinced he became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the perfect foundation for cooperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps something even better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’If I can somehow marry Ivy... everything becomes easier.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that happened, he would be able to control her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if he controlled her, then the same protection she currently provided to this base could easily be redirected to his own base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The idea grew increasingly tempting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Yes... that might actually work.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he looked up at Martha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I came today because I have something to offer this base,\" he began calmly. \"And in return, I wish to establish a stable food trade.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martha folded her hands together on the desk, her sharp eyes studying him carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Submit your proposal. I will review it first. If it meets the necessary conditions, I will forward it to Ivy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ian nodded, trying to hide the small flicker of excitement rising inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He signaled to one of his subordinates, who quickly stepped forward and handed the prepared proposal to Martha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martha adjusted her glasses and began reading through the document.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room fell silent except for the faint rustling of paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she read, she realized that Ian had offered two methods of payment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first was zombie crystals. The second was fabric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her brows slowly drew together as she continued reading the details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Zombie crystals... and fabric?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither of those resources were currently in short supply for the base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant only one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This man must be another base leader trying to strengthen his survival chances.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the structure of the proposal, it was clear that Ian wasn’t reckless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had carefully calculated the resources he could spare while securing food for his own base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the document, Martha slowly placed the proposal back on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’The offer itself is reasonable.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, one thing remained. Ivy’s approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martha stood up from her chair. Ian immediately looked at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What happened?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martha pushed her glasses slightly up the bridge of her nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am going to confirm the proposal with Ivy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ian blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wasn’t Ivy supposed to come here to review the proposals?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martha shook her head lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I apologize if you misunderstood. Ivy does not personally attend these meetings. All proposals must pass through me first. I will forward the approved documents to her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1024,"2026-06-05T15:12:45.860Z",1,"novelbin.me","65394c9d4d058e60b1e91f59f355422da8876851e630b925c73ef81879001ac8","zombie-apocalypse-i-have-safe-zone-superpower-chapter-545","zombie-apocalypse-i-have-safe-zone-superpower-chapter-543",706,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fzombie-apocalypse-i-have-safe-zone-superpower-cover.jpg"]