[{"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-590":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},1241346,1668,"Chapter 590: Ryan","zombie-apocalypse-i-have-safe-zone-superpower-chapter-590",590,"\u003Cp>’I need something of my own here.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had seen it early... the value of this place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the apocalypse ended... even if the disasters stopped... this base would remain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A safe haven. A symbol. A place people would return to out of fear of instability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beyond safety, it offered something even more valuable... comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The base had clean water, a steady electricity supply, and structured living conditions. Even during the harshest winter, when icy winds howled outside and frost crept along every surface, electricity remained constant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The solar generators, charged in advance, continued supplying uninterrupted power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now... Even thunder ability users had learned how to charge generators manually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That system... had been Martha’s idea. Not stopping there, she established a Superpower Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside it, people were trained to properly control and utilize their abilities. Through this academy, she trained countless individuals... and earned a significant fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Martha didn’t waste it. Every coin she earned was reinvested. Real estate became her primary focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bought one building. Then another. Then a third.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, just from rent alone, she could easily quit her job and live comfortably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet... she didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because even the combined rent of all three buildings couldn’t match the monthly salary she received as Ivy’s assistant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Why stop... when I can grow even more?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to Ivy’s generosity and trust, Martha continued expanding her assets. She invested in more properties, and beyond that, she accumulated gold, silver, and diamonds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was hardly anything she hadn’t purchased. Even Bitcoin... a currency once considered the future, now reduced to something almost worthless in the apocalypse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, she had still advised Ivy to invest in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’The cheapest things now... might become the most valuable later,’ she had thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivy had trusted her and invested a considerable amount as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, while Martha was steadily building her empire... There was one constant annoyance in her life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kael. He followed her everywhere. Like a shadow that refused to disappear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter where she went, he was there... hovering, lingering, apologizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Martha... I’m sorry... I really am,\" he would say repeatedly, his voice filled with regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, his persistence was so overwhelming that Martha felt her patience snap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers would twitch slightly. ’I swear... one more word and I’ll slap him...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clung to her like glue, constantly trying to make up for his past mistake...the substitute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Martha knew that he might not have actually done anything with that woman, the mere thought of it disgusted her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she ignored him. Coldly. Relentlessly. Until... one day, she encountered someone unexpected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her uncle. Ryan. A distant... yet once-close relative. Her mother’s brother. Memories stirred within her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back when her mother was alive, Ryan had been kind. Polite. Caring, even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after her mother’s death... everything changed. He distanced himself. Ignored her struggles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when she needed help with college, he made sure to remain unavailable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I survived on scholarships... on my own,’ she recalled quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The college had supported her when no one else did, providing funds whenever she ran short. She had once dreamed of repaying them someday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then... the apocalypse came. And everything changed. Now, suddenly... Ryan had reappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began visiting her office frequently. At first, it was under harmless pretenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I just came to drop off a request,\" he would say casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other times... \"I was worried about you. You seemed so lonely.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his presence became more frequent. More intrusive. Until finally... Martha had enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at him coldly one day, her voice sharp and direct. \"What do you want?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment those words left her mouth... Ryan’s expression changed. The polite mask... dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint, calculating smile replaced it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well,\" he began, leaning back comfortably as if he had been waiting for this exact moment, \"you’ve done well for yourself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, his gaze narrowing slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But don’t forget... you’re still a woman.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martha’s expression didn’t change, but her eyes grew colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryan continued, his tone carrying quiet arrogance. \"Managing something this big isn’t easy. You won’t be able to handle everything alone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned forward slightly. \"If I were you... I’d hand this position over to someone more capable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint silence followed. Martha’s voice cut through it, calm but sharp. \"And who exactly... is more capable than me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryan chuckled, as if amused by her question. He adjusted his posture, sitting upright with confidence. \"Oh, that’s simple.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled. \"My son.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief pause...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Leo. After all, he is a graduate of a prestigious university!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martha’s lips curled slightly, a faint scoff escaping her as she crossed her arms. \"And I suppose you’re talking about that Oxford degree?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone carried a sharp edge. \"An arts degree, right? And you expect me to hand over a position like this... for that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncle Ryan’s expression darkened, his face flushing with anger as he pointed a trembling finger at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You ungrateful girl!\" His voice rose, echoing faintly against the office walls. \"You should be thankful! Without me, you wouldn’t even be where you are today!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martha let out a quiet chuckle, though her eyes remained cold. \"Ungrateful?\" She tilted her head slightly. \"I don’t recall owing you anything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze sharpened as she continued, each word deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You never helped me. Not once. And now you suddenly show up, asking for favors and expecting me to just hand everything over?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryan’s brows furrowed deeply, his jaw tightening. \"I’m not asking for help,\" he snapped. \"I’m telling you what’s best for you. You should step down willingly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martha laughed again, this time louder, though there was no humor in it. \"Even if I step down,\" she said, her voice steady, \"do you really think your son would get my position?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She waved her hand dismissively. \"Enough of this nonsense. Get out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without waiting, she turned slightly and called out, \"Security.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Ryan’s eyes narrowed dangerously. \"So you won’t step down?\" he said slowly. \"You don’t want to live peacefully anymore?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martha turned back, a faint smile appearing on her lips, calm, confident, and almost chilling.\u003C\u002Fp>",1018,"2026-06-05T15:12:48.008Z",1,"novelbin.me","79a046fcfccd25972e4b24aa76266ca45ce5da4d0fc3ef10214e3ddedd61bb14","zombie-apocalypse-i-have-safe-zone-superpower-chapter-591","zombie-apocalypse-i-have-safe-zone-superpower-chapter-589",706,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fzombie-apocalypse-i-have-safe-zone-superpower-cover.jpg"]