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Investing in My Harem in the Apocalypse Makes Me Stronger

Chapter 182: Arrival of the Zombie Race’s Youngest Prince · Nov 12, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: Core Metamorphosis 2026-11-12
152 Chapter 152: Elara Becomes 2nd Echelon 2026-11-12
153 Chapter 153: Ron vs 2nd Echelon Zombie 2026-11-12
154 Chapter 154: Ron Becomes 2nd Echelon 2026-11-12
155 Chapter 155: The Strong Are Rising 2026-11-12
156 Chapter 156: A Rapidly Changing World 2026-11-12
157 Chapter 157: A Threefold Difference 2026-11-12
158 Chapter 158: Nathan and Sonya Completed their Missions! 2026-11-12
159 Chapter 159: The Second Miniature Sun 2026-11-12
160 Chapter 160: Heading to the Southern Anchor Gate 2026-11-12
161 Chapter 161: The Southern Anchor Town 2026-11-12
162 Chapter 162: Crippling an Army with One Slash 2026-11-12
163 Chapter 163: Why Isn’t It Moving? 2026-11-12
164 Chapter 164: The Southern Spatial Anchor Gate 2026-11-12
165 Chapter 165: The Anomaly Zombie King 2026-11-12
166 Chapter 166: Cowardly Bastard 2026-11-12
167 Chapter 167: Killing the 3rd Echelon Zombie 2026-11-12
168 Chapter 168: That’s it? 2026-11-12
169 Chapter 169: Destroying the Spatial Anchor Gate 2026-11-12
170 Chapter 170: Contacting the Main World 2026-11-12
171 Chapter 171: The Zombie Race’s Movement [POWER STONE BONUS] 2026-11-12
172 Chapter 172: The Youngest Prince of the Zombie Race 2026-11-12
173 Chapter 173: Reinforcements From the Central Base 2026-11-12
174 Chapter 174: Annihilating the Reinforcements 2026-11-12
175 Chapter 175: More Than a Thousand Blood Crystals [GOLDEN TICKET BONUS] 2026-11-12
176 Chapter 176: The Western Anchor Town [GOLDEN TICKET BONUS] 2026-11-12
177 Chapter 177: The Radiant Sword Saint’s Strength [GOLDEN TICKET BONUS] 2026-11-12
178 Chapter 178: Destroying the Western Spatial Anchor Gate 2026-11-12
179 Chapter 179: Aurelia Voss 2026-11-12
180 Chapter 180: One Man’s Trash Is Another Man’s Treasure 2026-11-12
181 Chapter 181: Heading to the Northern Anchor Gate 2026-11-12
182 Chapter 182: Arrival of the Zombie Race’s Youngest Prince 2026-11-12
183 Chapter 183: The Heavenly Demon’s Strength (1) 2026-11-12
184 Chapter 184: The Heavenly Demon’s Strength (2) [POWER STONE BONUS] 2026-11-12
185 Chapter 185: Cain’s Updated Advancement Mission 2026-11-12
186 Chapter 186: The Heavenly Demon’s True Strength 2026-11-12
187 Chapter 187: Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art 2026-11-12
188 Chapter 188: The Four Leaders Meet 2026-11-12
189 Chapter 189: The plan 2026-11-12
190 Chapter 190: Cain, Ron, and Elara’s Past 2026-11-12
191 Chapter 191: The Current Strength Ranking 2026-11-12
192 Chapter 192: A Special Advancement Opportunity 2026-11-12
193 Chapter 193: Ron vs Dmitri 2026-11-12
194 Chapter 194: Ron vs Dmitri (2) 2026-11-12
195 Chapter 195: Special Advancement Mission Completed 2026-11-12
196 Chapter 196: Replicating the Special Advancement Opportunity 2026-11-12
197 Chapter 197: The Central Base 2026-11-12
198 Chapter 198: The Battle That Decides Everything 2026-11-12
199 Chapter 199: Serath — The Youngest Prince of the Zombie Race 2026-11-12
200 Chapter 200: The Terrifying Strength of the Youngest Prince of the Zombie Race 2026-11-12

He looked to be somewhere in his early twenties.

Smooth pale-gray skin covered a lean face without the rough mutation marks commonly seen among lower members of the Zombie Race.

Short black hair rested neatly above his forehead.

His eyes were a muted crimson, dark enough that they appeared brown from a distance.

There was nothing exaggerated about his clothing as a fitted black military coat covered light armor beneath it.

The only sign of his status was a small royal insignia attached near the collar.

A straight sword rested at his waist.

The Five 3rd Echelons who had crossed behind him remained several steps back.

Each had been personally selected by Marshal Varek.

Their strength was far beyond the soldiers normally assigned to an incomplete invasion front such as Corridor 73-A.

Yet none walked beside the young man.

They remained behind him.

The officers inside the transfer chamber lowered their heads.

”Your Highness.”

The young man barely acknowledged them.

His name was Serath.

Within the ruling bloodline of the Zombie Race, he was known simply as the Youngest Prince.

That title caused many outsiders to underestimate him when they first heard it.

Being the youngest royal child did not mean Serath possessed the least authority.

It certainly did not mean he was weak.

Among the royal heirs, Serath was one of the few who had spent much of his time attached to active military fronts rather than remaining inside the royal territories.

He had participated in incomplete invasions before.

More importantly, he was still within the 3rd Echelon.

That made him one of the strongest members of the ruling family who could enter an incomplete and damaged Invasion Corridor like this without placing an unbearable burden on the connection.

Serath looked toward the officer waiting near the chamber entrance.

”Lead me to the Central Command.”

The officer bowed.

”This way, Your Highness.”

Serath began walking, followed by the six people that came with him.

The central city was already mobilizing.

Columns of Zombie Race soldiers moved between military districts.

Supply transports crossed the broad roads.

Defensive formations surrounding the inner city had been activated after the loss of the second Spatial Anchor.

Serath watched everything without commenting.

He noticed how many soldiers were still positioned near roads leading toward dead regions.

He noticed the supply traffic being divided toward defensive stations that no longer protected anything important.

His expression never changed.

By the time he reached the main command building, he had already formed a poor opinion of the current deployment.

The doors opened before him.

Inside, the commanders responsible for Corridor 73-A were waiting.

The four powerful 3rd Echelon figures who managed the invasion front stood near the circular command table.

The moment Serath entered, all four immediately lowered their heads.

”Your Highness.”

Serath walked past them and stopped beside the table.

The map of Invasion Corridor 73-A covered its surface.

Four crystals represented the Spatial Anchors.

The south and east were dark.

Serath looked toward it.

”Give the reports.”

The commander who had communicated with the Main World stepped forward.

He began explaining everything that had happened.

A few minutes later, a few dozens of zombies could be seen heading toward the north.

...

BOOOOM!

A distant explosion rolled through the northern region.

Cain raised his head.

They had been moving quickly ever since leaving the Western Anchor Town, following one of the military roads that curved toward the north.

Another impact followed.

The ground beneath their feet trembled slightly.

Aurelia’s expression became more serious.

”We’re close.”

Cain did not answer, since he had known as his sense had already begun picking up the changes ahead.

Mana filled the air in quantities far beyond anything he had encountered around the Western Anchor Town.

There were too many different sources to distinguish cleanly from this distance.

Though, he could tell that a huge battle was taking place.

Cain increased his speed.

The people behind him did the same.

The road gradually widened as they approached the northern region.

The road climbed toward a broad ridge.

By the time Cain reached the top, the battlefield on the other side finally entered his sight.

He stopped, followed by the others.

The Northern Anchor Town was considerably larger than the western settlement.

Its outer walls stretched across the distance, but several sections had already collapsed.

The defensive structures built outside the town were no longer recognizable.

Crumbled stone covered the roads.Large trenches carved through the ground had been filled with corpses.

Beyond them, the fighting extended from the broken outer defenses all the way toward the inner district surrounding the Spatial Anchor.

The number of combatants was on a completely different scale from what Cain had encountered in the south or west.

Zombie Race soldiers flooded the streets.

Most were 1st Echelon, but the number of 2nd Echelons scattered among them was enough to make even Aurelia’s group become renderless with its sheer numbers.

The entire Northern Anchor Town had become one enormous battlefield.

Cain’s gaze quickly moved past the lower-Echelon fighting.

Several areas deeper inside the town were completely empty despite the chaos surrounding them.

BOOM!

A massive figure was thrown through what remained of a stone building.

The structure collapsed around him.

A moment later, the figure burst out of the rubble.

Cain’s eyes narrowed.

The man’s body was enormous as he appeared even larger after the dark-red energy surrounding his muscles expanded.

His upper clothing had already been destroyed during the fight, revealing a body covered in wounds.

Despite that, the pressure released from him remained violent.

Across from him stood a 3rd Echelon Zombie Race commander.

The commander carried a massive war hammer in both hands.

The weapon descended toward the man.

The human raised his forearms and received the strike directly.

BOOOOOOM!

The street beneath him exploded, stone fragments shot outward.

The human’s feet sank into the broken ground, but his body remained standing.

He pushed the hammer aside and drove one fist into the commander’s chest.

Bang!

The 3rd Echelon was sent backward.

Cain did not need anyone to tell him who that person was.

”Northern Tyrant.”

Aurelia looked toward the fight.

”So that’s him.”

Cain had only known the title until now.

Northern Tyrant had been the sixth person in the world to advance to the 2nd Echelon.

Seeing him fight explained the name well enough.

His combat style carried very little subtlety as he met overwhelming force with even greater force.

The 3rd Echelon commander attacking him was clearly stronger in overall energy, yet the Northern Tyrant refused to give him any room to use that advantage comfortably.

Cain watched for a few seconds before his attention shifted.

Northern Tyrant was impressive.

But he was not the reason Cain had come here.

A violent surge of black energy suddenly erupted from the opposite side of the inner town.

The pressure spread far enough that several lower-Echelon Zombie Race soldiers stumbled despite being nowhere near the source.

Cain turned, his golden eyes sharpened.

”...Oh?”

A battle was taking place near the remains of a large military plaza.

Three 3rd Echelon Zombie Race commanders surrounded a single human.

For the first time since reaching the northern battlefield, his entire attention settled on one place.

The man standing between the commanders looked young.

Long black hair fell past his jaw and moved freely around his face whenever Demonic energy surged from his body.

His eyes were equally black.

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