Memphis shifted gears, asking: "How’s the formation of the special operations team coming along?"He intended to build an elite squad of about 30 top-tier Superhumans, individuals with exceptional strength, skill, and loyalty. This unit would consist of specialists from various fields, capable of operating with agility, trust, and cohesion, prepared to tackle any mission.These members would receive exclusive training, and the selection process would be rigorous and continuous. They would also enjoy the highest privileges, including access to premium skills, equipment, and resources.With the zombies growing stronger by the day, relying solely on military-grade weapons was no longer sustainable—ammo could run out, and enemies could adapt. But humans, given rest and training, could evolve and overcome. That’s why building this team was crucial.Jarred’s spirits lifted slightly at the mention of the special team. He cracked his knuckles and said with determination,"We’ve shortlisted ov

Half an hour later, after Sarah’s face had flushed slightly and her breathing had quickened a bit, all the work was finally done.Memphis, satisfied, stuffed the last spoonful of rice into his mouth and casually said:“Sort it out and send it to the relevant people. Then you should get some rest.”Sarah bit her lip before nodding obediently:“Yes...”Memphis had planned to get another bowl of rice, but after thinking for a moment, he lazily asked:“How many lawyers, judges, and legal experts are in Hope Town?”The residents' survey was almost complete. Before the apocalypse, people had disclosed their previous professions, hoping to secure a better position. But in the post-apocalyptic world, jobs like farmers, workers, and drivers were more valuable because of their physical strength and usefulness in the field. Professions like office workers, teachers, and lawyers were less in demand, as their roles had lost significance in this new society.Those with weaker physical abilities, as

"Damn it..." Mumbling under his breath, Memphis threw off the blanket and dashed into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, he'd finished his morning routine, fully dressed in his combat gear, and was seated at the kitchen table with an eager expression.As one's level increases, the need for sustenance after expending potential points in battle also rises. Even though Memphis hadn’t fought last night, he was still ravenous, and all he wanted now was to satisfy his rumbling stomach.And that was where Shaina came in. She carefully placed the dishes on the table—three in total, each one generously portioned and looking delicious."What’s this?" Memphis asked, pointing to a dish of buns while swallowing a mouthful of saliva. Across from him, Shaina, who exuded her usual melancholy aura, softly replied:"It’s a... mysterious bao bun.""Mysterious bao bun... Ugh..." Memphis cursed silently to himself. He picked up the massive bun from the plate. It felt soft and moist to the touch, with a del

Humanity had a full night’s rest, and their attacks continued without pause. After seven or eight waves of system strikes, over 3,000 zombies were eliminated. The Superhuman team immediately retreated to receive recovery support from healing abilities, while the gun-wielding group quickly advanced, unleashing a metal storm upon the remaining zombies.On day 16 of the apocalypse, even if someone had trained a pig, that pig would know how to fire a gun by now, let alone humans. Everyone here had already fired hundreds of rounds, and their shooting accuracy had become quite reliable. As long as they weren’t as hopelessly incompetent as Memphis, on average, every three bullets fired would result in a zombie’s head being blown apart.The downpour of bullets caused zombies to fall like harvested wheat. In just a few minutes, over 3,000 zombies had been destroyed. This was even with Memphis ordering the use of CKC rifles, which only fired at a rate of 30 rounds per minute. Had they used AK47

At 9 AM on the 17th day after the apocalypse, on the battlefield of Sunny Hills, a full 120 minutes of fierce combat had passed, and both sides finally ceased fire, retreating to rest and regroup.Standing on top of an armored vehicle, looking towards the distant hill, Memphis’s gaze was calm and unwavering.He had blindly stumbled his way to victory in battles against two Devouring Types. The battle at Pinecrest Supermarket against a level 25 P2 had almost killed him, teaching him a harsh lesson. He had won at the battlefield of Three Avenues, but at a great cost—suffering significant injuries and heavy losses in manpower.In this battle, however, he still had half of his potential points left, not a single drop of his blood had been spilled, and fewer than 30 of his team members had perished."It’s really been exhausting..."The failure of the Manipulation Type M2 at level 27 had taught him many things. Never wait passively in any situation, and never consider anything irreplaceable