It had been exactly two days since the apocalypse began. At the moment, William could be seen sitting in a lotus position inside the special cultivation chamber within the hunter organization building. This chamber was more than just a room; it was a sanctuary designed specifically for advanced training. His eyes were closed, and his body appeared to be in a refined and calm state as a powerful aura emanated from him. The aura pulsed rhythmically, like a heartbeat, matching the intense focus and power that William was harnessing within himself. The chamber's glow seemed to sync with his breathing, brightening with each inhale and dimming with each exhale, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow around him.William's eyes suddenly opened, now filled with an unexplainable power. They seemed to glow with an inner light, a testament to the progress he had made through his relentless cultivation. His gaze was sharp and clear, reflecting the transformation that had occurred within

"Do you really mean Ziros Nation of all places?" Mark Grayson asked with a slight frown on his face. The very mention of Ziros Nation seemed to send a shiver down his spine. He had heard tales of that place, dark and terrifying stories that made it seem like a land straight out of a nightmare and they are proofs of how dangerous it is everywhere across the world making that place the scarriest.Carson nodded in response, his face grim. He knew what he was asking of his team, and he didn't make the suggestion lightly. "Yes, Ziros Nation. There's no other way,""What! Then this is a bad idea. We can't go there. If we go there, it would be akin to doubling our problems. That place is a nightmare!" Mark Grayson said, raising his voice slightly. He looked around at his fellow hunters, hoping to see agreement in their faces."I agree. We really can't go to that place. After all, even Rank 5 elites have been lost to that place. We don't even know if they died or got taken away by gods know

William arrived at the Storm family’s vicinity after running at a blinding speed for 10 minutes. His feet barely touched the ground as he raced forward, driven by urgency. He knew he had to get there as quickly as possible. The world outside was too dangerous, and every second counted.He now stood before the grand structure of the Storm family mansion. The massive black gate loomed before him, locked and unyielding. The area around him was eerily quiet. Not a single guard or maid was in sight, making the place seem almost abandoned. This silence was unsettling, unlike anything William had seen before. But he understood the reason. The fear of what lurked outside had driven everyone indoors.William reached for the electric bell and rang it. The sharp sound echoed through the still air, almost startling in its suddenness. He knew that this was one of the few devices still working, powered by the mansion’s backup energy supply. As he waited, his mind raced with thoughts of what might b

At the northern part of the world exists a desolate land of darkness and death called Ziros Nation. In the past few years, the nation has taken on numerous aliases, including the Land of Death, the Dungeon of No Return, the Stealer of Light and Life, and many others. This place is feared by humans who cherish their lives—as well as those who don’t. Even lunatics with a death wish would think twice before choosing to end their lives in a place as terrifying as Ziros Nation.However, not even in humanity’s wildest dreams would they imagine that the only way to end the chaotic apocalypse would be to journey into this endless abyss.The sky above Ziros Nation is a perpetually dark, swirling mass of storm clouds, blotting out any trace of sunlight. Lightning occasionally crackles within the clouds, briefly illuminating the bleak landscape before plunging it back into darkness. The ground below is barren, cracked, and lifeless, with jagged rocks jutting out like the bones of a long-dead cre

It had been two hours since they arrived. After a brutal pep talk from William, the hunters finally resolved to do whatever it took to end the apocalypse. They were afraid, but they hid their fear at the back of their minds and moved forward with boldness. The weight of their mission hung heavily on them, but the thought of failure was not an option they were willing to entertain. At this moment, the group of 60 hunters could be seen making their way toward the Death Tower that stood gallantly ahead of them. The tower loomed over the landscape, casting a long, ominous shadow that seemed to stretch endlessly. It wasn’t just a building; it was a symbol of the dread they had come to conquer. Every hunter could feel the gravity of the task ahead as they marched forward, the ground beneath them seeming to vibrate with the tension of what was to come.Carson, William, and Mark Grayson stood in front of them with stern looks on their faces. Their expressions were hard, but not without the