Multiverse System: Rebuilding Humanity

Aria stared at Noah with confusion and impatience. "Where's my food?" she asked, her voice sharp with hunger.

Noah, unbothered, casually pointed towards the kitchen. "Over there," he said before returning his focus to the TV.

Aria hurried to the kitchen and found a bowl filled to the brim with steaming pasta, accompanied by a can of Coke placed neatly beside it. Her eyes lit up, and she grabbed the bowl, wasting no time as she began eating standing right there.

Noah noticed her haste and raised a brow, standing up and walking into the kitchen to put his dirty dishes into the sink. "When was the last time you ate?" he asked, his voice calm but curious.

Aria paused for a moment, her fork mid-air, before she sniffled quietly. "When New Year struck... My father said—" Her voice broke as she recalled the memory.

Her eyes reddened with suppressed rage as she quickly blinked away the tears. "He said we'd go eat at that new Mexican place that opened... But when we saw the undead, fear took over. We rushed back to the apartment, where my dad killed one of them," she said, her voice growing quieter as she continued eating hurriedly.

Noah watched her for a moment before speaking. "Don't worry, I won't take your food. Go sit on the sofa and watch TV," he said, gesturing towards the living room with his chin.

Aria hesitated but eventually nodded, carrying her bowl and Coke out of the kitchen.

Just as she was about to leave, Noah's voice stopped her. His tone was colder now, almost cutting. "And next time you plan to kill someone... make sure you're ready to face what happens if they kill you first."

Her body stiffened at his words, a cold shiver running down her spine. She clenched her teeth, swallowing both her food and her pride, before nodding silently.

She made her way to the sofa and sat down, the TV flickering faintly as a movie played. She placed the bowl on her lap, eating quietly, her mind spinning with a mix of emotions—fear, anger, and confusion.

Noah followed shortly after, a can of beer in his hand. He plopped down on the other end of the sofa, his katana resting on the floor nearby. Taking a long sip of his drink, he leaned back, his eyes lazily watching the screen.

Aria glanced at him briefly, then quickly looked away, her heart still pounding. He's dangerous... but he's also the only one left who can protect me now.

The room was silent except for the sound of the TV and the occasional clink of utensils against her bowl.

As Noah finished his beer, he smirked faintly. "Don't finish all the pasta. That's all you're getting today," he said teasingly, breaking the silence.

Aria glared at him but said nothing, focusing on her food...

The room was still as Aria finished her pasta, setting the empty bowl on the coffee table in front of her. Her stomach was finally full, but her mind was a chaotic swirl of thoughts. The events of the past few hours haunted her—the undead, her father's death, and the man sitting just a few feet away from her who had coldly ended it all.

She dared another glance at Noah, who was reclined on the sofa, his expression unreadable as he stared at the TV. The glow of the screen flickered across his face, casting shadows that made him look even more intimidating.

Aria hesitated but eventually spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why did you kill him?"

Noah didn't look at her immediately. He took another swig of his beer, letting the question hang in the air. When he finally spoke, his tone was as calm and detached as ever. "Because he was going to kill me."

She flinched at the bluntness of his words but pressed on. "You could have just... stopped him. You didn't have to—"

Noah's gaze snapped to hers, cold and piercing. "Do you think mercy has a place in this world now? Your father wanted me dead, and if I'd hesitated, I wouldn't be here talking to you right now. The only rule now is survival."

Aria clenched her fists, anger bubbling inside her. But she couldn't argue with him—deep down, she knew he was right. Her father had made a choice, and Noah had simply acted to protect himself.

The silence stretched between them again, heavy with tension. Aria curled up on the sofa, hugging her knees to her chest. She felt small and helpless, like a child lost in a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.

Noah sighed, leaning forward to set his empty beer can on the table. "Look," he said, his tone softening just slightly, "I didn't kill him because I wanted to. But this world isn't the same anymore. The faster you understand that, the better your chances of surviving."

She didn't respond, but his words sank in.

"Get some rest," Noah continued, standing up and stretching. "You'll need your strength. Tomorrow, we're going out to scavenge. Food, supplies, maybe weapons if we're lucky."

Aria looked up at him, surprised. "You're... letting me stay with you?"

Noah smirked faintly, crossing his arms. "I didn't carry you back here just to throw you out. Besides, you owe me for that pasta."

She frowned, but there was a flicker of relief in her eyes. For now, she had a place to stay—a small comfort in a world that had been turned upside down.

Noah walked over to his katana, picking it up and inspecting the blade. It was still clean, thanks to the bloodless nature of the undead, but the edge was dulling slightly. He made a mental note to sharpen it before they left tomorrow.

As he worked, his thoughts drifted to his next moves. Power, food, and survival—that was all that mattered now. Companions like Aria were useful, but they came with risks. Still, she seemed resourceful, and if she could adapt, she might prove to be an asset.

Aria watched him silently, her fear slowly giving way to curiosity. There was something about Noah that she couldn't quite figure out. He was cold and ruthless, but there was also a strange calmness to him, like he'd already accepted this new reality long before anyone else.

"Hey," she said suddenly, breaking the silence.

Noah glanced at her.

"Do you... think we'll ever go back to how things were?"

He paused, his expression unreadable. "No," he said simply. "The world's broken, and it's not something you can fix."

His answer sent a chill down her spine, but she didn't ask any more questions.

'well... I have food but shoukd i really go with her' his thought hanged in the air as he thought'yeah why not maybe it'll help her willingly spread her legs for me' his lips curled on the sides going unnoticed by a poor girl who will be devoured

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