Waking up the next day, Alex once again slipped out of the girls’ embrace and went through his usual morning ritual—making breakfast. He didn’t forget about Alice either, as the young girl was still growing and needed proper nutrition to stay healthy.

Fortunately, the group had more than enough supplies, especially after discovering a shopping mall in the city filled with provisions. There was enough food to last them all the way to Alaska and even sustain them for a while before they could start growing their own crops and raising livestock.

After preparing breakfast for everyone, Alex went to wake up his little helpers—they had another busy day ahead. Luckily, yesterday they had managed to replace all four heavy machine guns on the aircraft carrier with new, powerful railgun systems. Today’s task was to upgrade the anti-aircraft guns, leaving the biggest cannon for last.

After waking up his helpers, Alex headed to the docks with them, but along the way, he stopped by the barracks to organize another supply raid. Talking to Lehm, he learned which zombie nests had been cleared the day before. After a quick goodbye, he continued on his way.

Walking through the military base, Alex couldn’t help but think about how much his life now resembled a survival simulator in a zombie apocalypse. Every day followed the same routine—sending out resource teams, training survivors, upgrading the base, constructing buildings, assembling armor…

If he had a game interface, he could manage everything without even moving. Unfortunately, this world wasn’t a game, and the people in it weren’t just characters—they were real beings with thoughts and feelings.

Shaking off unnecessary thoughts, Alex happened to pass by the training grounds and saw a familiar sight—the Ryozanpaku masters were “training” Kenichi. Judging by the way he was drenched in sweat, it looked more like torture. A little further away stood his support group. Miu looked irritated and kept her distance. Alex recalled that yesterday, Kenichi had somehow managed to make her cry. It was surprising that her caring grandfather, Hayato, hadn’t beaten him up for that.

Raising his hand in greeting, Alex walked closer.

“Yo, you’re already tormenting the guy this early in the morning?” he asked with a cheerful smile.

“This isn’t torment, it’s willpower training! If he can’t handle this kind of workload, how can he ever become a true martial artist?” Sasaki huffed, glaring at Alex.

Alex just smirked, clearly not believing a word of it. Judging by Hayato’s expression, the real reason for this harsh training was much simpler—the old man was still angry at Kenichi for yesterday’s incident.

Kenichi himself looked like he was made up of 90% water and could evaporate at any second. Alex had no intention of pitying him—it was his own fault for acting like an idiot and upsetting the granddaughter of the most overprotective grandpa in the world.

“Are you heading to the docks again?” Renka’s voice suddenly came from behind as she sneakily approached.

“Something like that. We need to finish everything today so we can leave Okinawa in the next few days,” Alex replied, turning to her.

“Hoh, you’re making good progress. Need any help?” Hayato asked curiously.

Alex chuckled and shook his head.

“Unless one of you has a couple of engineering degrees.”

Hayato’s eye twitched. He caught the subtle jab and realized Alex had just indirectly implied their… less-than-stellar engineering skills. The masters shot him annoyed looks, but Alex wasn’t about to take it back. The only one who might actually be useful was Akisame—after all, the guy was a genius when it came to creating… well, torture devices for Kenichi.

“Can I come with you?” Renka asked, ignoring the others’ reactions.

“As long as you don’t get bored. We’ll be working on dismantling and installing guns all day,” Alex shrugged.

“Then what are we waiting for? I wanna see those big cannons,” Renka said enthusiastically, giving him a playful push forward.

Alex felt Renka pushing him forward and started to suspect that she just wanted to escape from her morning training. Letting her lead the way, he simply waved goodbye to the others. Renka, catching Miu’s gaze, smirked mischievously, as if to say that she had won this round.

Upon arriving at the port, Alex immediately noticed Shigure sitting at his table. Judging by her posture, she was waiting for him. Renka, following behind, narrowed her eyes—she hadn’t expected Shigure to make a move so quickly.

“Yo, are you waiting for me?” Alex asked, setting his backpack on the table.

“Yes,” Shigure answered briefly.

Shaking his head, Alex opened his backpack, but Shigure was faster, instantly fishing out some snacks. He pulled up another chair for Renka and then focused on his laptop, planning out the tasks for the day. Once he had a clear plan, he took GIR, Mimi, and Stitch with him to fetch parts for the new weaponry.

Renka wanted to tag along, but Alex politely declined, saying he was just making a quick trip. In reality, he didn’t want anyone to see him retrieving missing components from his inventory. Renka just sighed in disappointment and sat back down, while Alex, smiling, disappeared through the door with his small helpers.

Arriving at the warehouse, he assigned GIR and Stitch to bring two trucks so they could load everything in one go. Once the loading was complete, Alex took the driver’s seat in one truck while Stitch drove the other, and soon they were heading back to the docks.

Upon returning, Alex immediately noticed Renka arguing fiercely with Kensei. Approaching Shigure, he curiously asked,

“What happened while we were gone?”

“Kensei came… Renka started arguing with him,” Shigure replied calmly, still munching on snacks.

Alex shook his head. He was already used to these two constantly bickering, and their arguments rarely changed. Even after he and his helpers had fully unloaded both trucks and started moving the parts onto the lift, Renka and Kensei were still going at it.

Listening in, Alex quickly figured out the reason for the latest dispute. Kensei had come to the port to keep an eye on his daughter and prevent her from getting closer to Alex, which, of course, had immediately escalated into a heated argument.

“Listen, if you two want to argue, do it somewhere else,” Alex finally intervened. “We need to finish our work before nightfall. Either stay quiet or shoo away.”

“I’m not going anywhere!” Renka declared firmly, crossing her arms. “You said yourself that I shouldn’t overwork myself, so I decided to take a day off.”

“If she stays, I stay too!” Kensei cut in. “I won’t let you be alone with her!”

Alex let out a heavy sigh and replied dryly,

“First of all, how exactly are we ‘alone’ when Shigure and my three little ones are right here? And second, I have so much work today that I won’t even have time for anything else.”

“I don’t care! I won’t let you get close to my daughter!” Kensei stubbornly declared.

“Whatever you say, old man,” Alex shrugged. “But instead of endless arguing, how about actually spending a normal day with her?”

Kensei blinked in confusion, as if he had only just considered the idea. Alex, meanwhile, waved his hand and walked toward the lift, motioning for Renka and her father to follow.

Renka immediately rushed to his side, while Kensei hesitated for a moment, realizing that he had once again missed a chance to make peace with his daughter. But in the end, he followed after them.

When the lift brought them onto the aircraft carrier’s deck, Alex and his three assistants immediately started carrying the parts to the work area. To Alex’s surprise, Kensei decided to prove that he could also be useful and began helping. Renka and Shigure didn’t stay on the sidelines either and joined in the work.

“Look at that,” Alex muttered with a smirk, watching Kensei silently carry crates. “Can they really work together without arguing?”

Shigure, without pausing in her work, simply replied, “For now.”

Once all the necessary parts were transported, Alex, GIR, MIMI, and Stitch began dismantling the old long-range anti-aircraft guns. This time, the process was faster since they didn’t need to fully remove the installations—only replace the internal mechanisms and barrels. However, there were enough anti-aircraft guns on the carrier to make this stage take at least half the day.

Alex planned to upgrade them into railguns so they wouldn’t have to waste time producing anti-aircraft shells in the future. Railguns made things much simpler—they could fire chunks of metal as projectiles. This approach significantly streamlined logistics and ensured a constant ammunition supply.

By noon, the sun was blazing, and Alex had started sweating from the hard work. Not wanting to be distracted, he took off his shirt to let his skin breathe. But, as they say, there’s always a “but.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you little pervert?!” Kensei’s loud voice rang out. He pointed a finger at Alex, whose face showed complete confusion. “Why are you stripping right in front of my daughter?!”

Alex rolled his eyes.

“What do you mean, ‘why’? It’s hot, so I took it off. What’s it to you? It’s not like I’m walking around naked.”

Kensei continued waving his arms furiously, but he had no real counterargument. Meanwhile, Renka and Shigure ignored the shouting, their eyes fixed on Alex’s exposed torso. Renka even swallowed involuntarily as her gaze lingered on his well-defined muscles. Seeing this, Kensei turned red with rage and tried to block his daughter’s view, only to receive a powerful kick from her that sent him crashing to the ground.

Alex, unfazed by the commotion, kept working. At that moment, Renka and Shigure noticed a tattoo on his back and stepped closer.

“Nice muscles,” Shigure commented briefly, running her hand over Alex’s back.

“I didn’t even know you had a tattoo,” Renka said in surprise, examining the symbol. “What does this fiery mark and these strange inscriptions mean?”

“Oh, that?” Alex didn’t even turn around, continuing his work. “That’s the emblem of the Greek goddess Hestia. She’s the goddess of home, family, and hearth. The inscriptions are kind of like a blessing in an ancient language. Rebecca has the same one, by the way.”

“Didn’t think you were the religious type,” Kensei muttered, rubbing his bruised side.

“It’s not about religion,” Alex replied calmly, not stopping his work. “For me, family always comes first.”

These words made Kensei, Renka, and Shigure look at Alex in a new light. Renka studied his profile carefully, realizing how much he valued family… unlike her own father, who had abandoned his loved ones in the past. She couldn’t hide the disappointed look she threw at Kensei. He noticed it but had no response—deep down, he knew he had indeed failed his family.

The work continued until it was time for lunch.

Alex heard someone calling him and, setting down his tools, saw Rei approaching with food containers. He hoped she wouldn’t get jealous again upon seeing Renka and Shigure nearby. At first glance, everything seemed fine, but when she started feeding him with a spoon, Alex realized—this was her way of asserting dominance over her rivals.

Shigure was not at all concerned by the situation—her eyes were focused solely on the food. However, Renka, watching what was happening, immediately joined the “competition” and tried to feed Alex as well.

Kensei, with a dark expression, observed the scene and vented his anger on the poor meatball, stabbing it with a fork as if it were his worst enemy.

After finishing lunch, Alex helped Rei pack the containers. Before leaving, she leaned down and kissed him on the lips without hesitation, then threw a victorious look at Renka.

Renka almost boiled with rage.

Returning to work, Alex and his three little assistants, along with three “pseudo-assistants”—Kensei, Shigure, and Renka, who were more of a hindrance than a help—got back to the task at hand.

Alex let out a heavy sigh, realizing that without these three, he would have already finished half the work with magic and could have spent the remaining time setting up living quarters.

However, he wasn’t in a hurry—he would have time to speed up the process later. The only thing that pleased him was that Kensei and Renka at least helped a bit by carrying old parts from the anti-aircraft guns. Even Shigure didn’t slack off this time and diligently handed him the tools.

As evening came and it was time for dinner, Alex and his helpers decided to speed up the work, knowing that if they didn’t finish tonight, they’d be stuck working until the early hours—a prospect that Alex was definitely not happy with. He would much rather spend the night with the girls than toil over the weapons on the aircraft carrier’s deck.

“Handsome, come down! We brought you food!” came Rika’s bright voice from below.

Alex stretched, straightening his tired back, then glanced at the others and nodded, signaling for a break. In the rush, he even made Shigure work, so dinner was well-deserved. Descending on the cargo lift, he saw Rika and Shizuka holding food containers.

“Ugh, your sweaty body from working is so hot,” Rika winked playfully at him.

“Yeah, whatever you say. You know best,” Alex replied with a smirk.

“I helped with the cooking this time too! Look, I made this!” Shizuka proudly announced, opening a container filled with fried meat.

Alex raised an eyebrow, looking at the food, and skeptically glanced at the girls.

“Girls, I was gonna ask yesterday… Did you decide to fatten me up so I’ll get fat?”

“Of course! Didn’t you know? If you get fat, the girls will stop hanging on you!” Rika laughed.

“You do realize that if he gets fat, all his muscles will disappear, right?” Renka added the obvious fact.

“Don’t worry! I know a great exercise that will help him lose weight. Right, handsome?” Rika gave him a sly smile and winked.

“What exercise?” Renka and Shigure asked at the same time.

“You’re not ready to know about such things yet,” Kensei immediately intervened, not allowing his daughter to hear the details.

Alex simply shook his head and sat next to Shizuka, starting his meal. While he ate, Shizuka enthusiastically praised her cooking. Alex enjoyed the meal, not caring how poisonous it might be—what mattered was that Shizuka was doing her best for him.

Meanwhile, noticing how Renka had once again kicked her father, Rika approached her and Shigure, leaned in, and began whispering something in their ears. Alex caught a few words, and by the playful smile on Rika’s face, he understood what was being discussed.

Soon, Renka and Shigure’s faces turned bright red. Renka couldn’t look at Alex, practically burying her face in the food container, while Shigure, though maintaining her calm, also blushed slightly.

When Rika returned to Alex, her face was glowing with a self-satisfied winner’s smile. Alex just rolled his eyes and, without missing a beat, shamelessly pinched her on the butt.

“You’re pushing it again,” he said with a smirk.

Rika just laughed cheerfully and, without losing any grace, sat down on his lap.

“Now, handsome, say ‘Aaaa’! Let your super-beautiful and cute wife feed you!” she coquettishly said, holding a forkful of food to his lips.

Alex had no choice but to open his mouth.

“That’s better,” Rika said with satisfaction as she fed him.

“Now it’s my turn! Say ‘Aaaa’,” Shizuka interrupted, also trying to feed him.

“Say ‘Aaa’,” Shigure unexpectedly added, wanting to join in too.

Alex just smirked, realizing there was no easy way out of this situation.

He began to suspect that the girls had conspired. What surprised him most was that even Shigure had decided to join this feeding theater. He already felt like a child being fed by everyone at once. But he knew that if he didn’t open his mouth, they wouldn’t stop. He had to resign himself to his fate and allow himself to be spoon-fed.

After finishing dinner, Alex helped gather the food containers and handed them back to Rika. The girl, pleased with his compliance, kissed him on the cheek.

“Well, we’re off, handsome. Tonight, there’s another… treat waiting for you,” Rika whispered, blowing in his ear.

No one else heard her words, but Alex understood all too well. In retaliation, he pinched her on the butt again, hoping she wouldn’t say such things in front of others. Shizuka, approaching him, also kissed his cheek and immediately tried to find out what Rika had whispered. Alex just shook his head, not intending to answer. In response, Shizuka puffed out her cheeks like an offended hamster.

“Don’t pout,” he smirked, poking her soft cheeks.

After saying goodbye to the girls, Alex returned to work.

When the lights in the docks and port lit up, it became clear—it was time to wrap up.

“Phew, that’s enough for today. My head is splitting,” Alex sighed, stretching.

“I never would have thought that assembling anti-aircraft guns would be so hard,” Renka said, sitting down on the deck with a tired look.

“What did you expect? It’s like a big, heavy constructor,” Alex smirked.

“Well, you’re right. I won’t even argue. I’m out of strength,” she sighed.

Chuckling, Alex helped her up, and the whole group headed towards the cargo lift. After descending, he packed his things into a backpack, then, along with his three little helpers—GIR, MIMI, and Stitch—headed towards the dock exit.

Reaching a fork in the path, he stopped.

“Well, good night,” he said, bidding farewell to Renka, Shigure, and Kensei.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” Renka waved her hand.

“Good night,” Shigure said quietly, nodding.

Kensei simply waved his hand and walked off after his daughter. Shigure followed them. Alex watched them go, then headed towards the bunker.

He was glad that Renka and Kensei had at least communicated a bit during work and even argued less. But as soon as they were idle, Kensei would inevitably say or do something that provoked his daughter. Most often, it involved his attempts to photograph Shigure’s underwear. Every time, Renka would notice and kick him without holding back.

Alex had even thought a couple of times about throwing Kensei off the aircraft carrier, but then decided it was better to keep all his “sins” to himself. When they reached China and met Madame Ma, he would definitely tell her exactly what her husband had been up to.

Anticipating the upcoming spectacle, Alex rubbed his hands together like a true villain.

“Kensei still doesn’t understand… The real enemy isn’t the one you see, but the one who’s ready to strike you in the back…”

GIR, MIMI, and Stitch, noticing the expression on his face, immediately became interested.

“Dad, why are you laughing like a villain?” MIMI asked.

Alex told them his devious plan, and soon the four of them were laughing ominously.

Inside the bunker, the girls exchanged glances upon hearing the laughter.

“Are they planning some sort of world domination conspiracy?” one of them mumbled in surprise.

Before Alex could step through the door, he was hit by a white missile in the form of Koko.

“Why are you all laughing like villains?!” she asked, hanging from his neck.

Alex looked at Koko, then, without thinking, pulled her closer and kissed her on the lips. The girl immediately purred contentedly, tightening her embrace around his neck. As they walked further in, he noticed that the other girls were watching him closely.

“Hmm? Do you all want to know what we were laughing about?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

The girls nodded unanimously.

With a smirk, Alex explained that he planned to gather even more compromising information on Kensei, which he would later pass on to Madame Ma. Upon hearing his plan, the girls couldn’t help but burst into loud laughter.

“I never would have thought you were such a villain, Alex,” Namiyo giggled.

“Right! I expected that from Koko, but definitely not from you,” Saya added, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

“And he’s to blame,” Alex smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “I warned him from the beginning, and now he can deal with it. So, Madame Ma in this story will just become the karma that catches up with Kensei.”

“This is going to be amazing,” Beatrix confirmed with a wide smile.

After another burst of laughter, Alex changed his clothes and settled between Brunhilde and Valmet, holding Koko in his arms. While the girls were choosing a movie, he mentally thought over his plans for tomorrow.

“Tomorrow, I need to finish working on the Big Gun on the aircraft carrier. After that, I can focus on the living quarters, and then we can leave Okinawa.”

Calculating the time, Alex realized that if everything went according to plan, they could be on their way by late the day after tomorrow. If the work on the gun was finished faster, then he, along with GIR, MIMI, and Stitch, would tackle the living quarters in parallel. In the worst case, he could sacrifice sleep and work through the night to set off in the morning.

Upon waking up, as usual, Alex’s first task was to prepare breakfast for all the girls. Now, all that was left was to get the BFG from Rebecca.

The girls woke up while he was in the kitchen and were already sitting at the table, waiting for food. Alex, however, was still pondering how to get Rebecca’s favorite gun without ruining her mood.

Rebecca, leisurely eating her breakfast, could feel his gaze on her, which made her slightly uneasy.

“What are you staring at?” she asked gruffly, raising an eyebrow.

Alex silently continued staring, seemingly waiting for the right moment.

“Great, he’s got that look like I’m going to lose something today…” she thought.

As soon as Rebecca finished her meal, Alex, without wasting any time, picked her up and, before anyone could react, rushed toward the exit.

“Oh-ho-ho, Cupcake, are you going to kidnap me and run off with me?” Rebecca laughed, dangling under his arm. “I’m not against it, it’s even kind of romantic.”

“Something like that,” Alex smirked, continuing his run toward the warehouse.

Once they reached the warehouse, Alex carefully set Rebecca down on the floor, squinting and staring at her intently.

Rebecca smirked in response, sitting on the nearest box, pulling her legs under herself, and playfully tilting her head as she began to study him with a knowing gaze.

“If this is one of your role-playing games, I’m all in,” she said with a mischievous smile.

Hearing Rebecca’s words, Alex was momentarily at a loss for words. He even forgot what he had intended to say or do. However, he quickly regained his composure — if necessary, he would simply promise to fulfill any request she made.

After all, he didn’t really want to take her “toy,” but leaving the BFG with her wasn’t an option. Even though Rebecca had only fired the weapon a couple of times, she definitely wasn’t planning on giving it back.

“Anyway, I need to take something from you,” Alex said seriously.

Rebecca crossed her arms over her chest and smirked.

“You’ve already taken everything from me, handsome. Don’t forget how long we’ve been together. So, everything that’s mine is yours, and everything that’s yours is mine,” she said innocently, shrugging.

“I’m not talking about that. I need the BFG. Get it,” Alex said, feeling the corner of his mouth twitch.

“What?!” Rebecca exclaimed, jumping up from the box. “You want to take my big baby? No way! It’s mine! I’m not giving it to you! I stole it from your desk fair and square, don’t even think about it! My baby, only my baby!”

“Maybe we can make a deal?” Alex suggested, deciding to try another approach.

“And what can you offer me?” Rebecca squinted suspiciously.

“How about this: I’m going to use the BFG as the core for a new cannon on the aircraft carrier. And as a bonus, I’ll let you shoot it at a huge zombie horde.”

Rebecca stared at Alex thoughtfully, narrowing her eyes.

“Ten shots.”

“Maximum two,” he countered immediately.

“Deal,” she nodded with a smile, then added, staring at him with a fierce look in her eyes: “But if you trick me, you know what will happen. Even though I love you, that doesn’t mean I’ll let you mess with me. Got it, Cupcake?”

“You know I won’t lie to you,” Alex said with a smirk, pulling her into an embrace.

“Hmm, of course I know. Now let’s seal the deal… like demons do,” Rebecca said with a playful gleam in her eyes, standing on tiptoe.

“Hehehe, watched Supernatural, huh?” Alex smirked, looking at her curiously.

“So what? You’re a demon, and deals are in your blood. So stop stalling, kiss me already,” Rebecca declared, grabbing him by the collar.

Alex laughed and leaned down, sealing the deal with a passionate kiss. When their lips parted, Rebecca reluctantly pulled the BFG out of her inventory, giving it one last look as if saying goodbye to her child.

Alex didn’t take any chances — he quickly stored the weapon in his inventory before she could change her mind. Having completed the deal, he lifted the disgruntled Rebecca onto his shoulders and headed toward the docks so she could personally watch the work.

A clear plan was already forming in his mind: today, he intended to finish all the work on the aircraft carrier’s armament, and tomorrow, he would focus on the living quarters. If everything went according to plan, they could leave Okinawa by nightfall.

To be continued…

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