At that moment, the sky outside the window suddenly darkened, and a storm, along with thunder, erupted, causing the windows to shake. Memphis was first stunned, then, feeling a premonition, looked up at the sky.
There, a gigantic skull had appeared from nowhere. The skull, surrounded by swirling black clouds and lightning, seemed to stretch from a distant void, taking up half the sky.
Memphis's face froze in terror. What... what the hell was that?
Before he could think further, the skull opened its enormous mouth and spoke in a booming voice that seemed to pierce through his eardrums:
"Lowly ants, your days of leisure are over. From today, I will make you taste my wrath. Get ready to face my fury, join my game, and make me pleased, ha ha ha ha..."
As soon as the skull finished speaking, countless beams of light shot out from its eye sockets, entering the atmosphere from different angles. Memphis's eyes widened as he watched one beam head straight for him, hitting the top of his head with no chance to dodge.
Immediately after, a mechanical, emotionless voice echoed in his mind:
"Countdown 3… 2… 1… The game begins!"
With the end of the countdown, Memphis's entire body suddenly trembled, and in the next moment, a vast amount of information was crammed into his head.
"Host Memphis Jackman - Purebred Human.
Occupation: Commoner.
Level: 1 (Exp 0/5)
Strength: 7/10
Agility: 6/10
Stamina: 7/10
Intelligence: 9/10
Recovery: 7/10
Resilience: 7/10
Burst: 2%
Active skills: None
Passive skills: None
Skill points: 0
Potential points: 0
Equipment: Baseball bat"
Memphis finally regained his train of thought. At first, he was stunned, and then a surge of fear quickly rose within him.
What the hell just happened, and what are these pieces of information?
He looked at his hands, and somehow, a heavy black baseball bat had appeared, with a blood-red skull pattern on its tip.
What kind of freakish object is this?
"Kheeze... Heh heh..."
Before Memphis could think further, a chilling hissing sound echoed beside him. He quickly turned to see a rotten, pus-filled face with a mouthful of slimy white teeth slowly biting towards him.
"Damn it! Hughie, what's wrong with you? Get away from me."
Memphis recognized the owner of the rotten face. It was Hughie Kyle, his colleague, just a few seconds ago!
However, this colleague seemed to have lost all sense, moving instinctively towards him, trying to bite Memphis's neck with his white teeth.
Terrified and horrified, Memphis kicked out, sending Hughie Kyle sprawling to the floor.
But the person seemed to feel no pain, clambering back up to continue the attack, with no trace of clarity in his dull eyes.
Seeing this, a word involuntarily appeared in Memphis's mind: Zombie!
Hughie had turned into a zombie.
A zombie just like in the movies and novels.
"Aah... Help..."
A cry for help came from Memphis's right. He glanced over to see his colleague Jonny, also holding a black baseball bat, using it to block a bloodied mouth.
Jonny was being attacked by Hector Duffy, who had also turned into a zombie.
Without time to think too much, Memphis quickly recalled the zombie novels he often read, making a swift decision: Kill the zombie Hughie. And above all, don’t let him bite.
Even though he had never witnessed it in real life, the consequences of being bitten by a zombie were clear. That outcome was extremely dangerous and could even result in him turning into a zombie.
"Hughie, I'm sorry, I want to live."
Whack!
Memphis swung the baseball bat forward, hitting zombie Hughie's chest. Hughie's body, seemingly long decayed, collapsed inward at the chest, flying against a wall.
Despite such damage, the zombie felt no pain, quickly bouncing back and charging at Memphis like a maniac.
"Maybe the head is their weak point!"
Memphis quickly came to a conclusion, the baseball bat whooshed once more, striking the zombie's temple.
Thud!
A horrific cracking sound echoed. The zombie Hughie, hit by that swing, had its forehead shattered, revealing a dark, sticky substance oozing out from the inside. With its skull broken, Hughie immediately collapsed like a robot out of battery, falling to the floor, utterly lifeless.
As soon as he fell, two more zombies appeared from behind: Gustavo Cramer and Miley Cramer, the twin siblings with rotting, pus-dripping faces who, just half a minute ago, had been Memphis's colleagues.
His eyes widened, forgetting the fatigue in his arm, he stepped forward and swung the bat at Gustavo Cramer's skull, smashing it to pieces.
"Kheezee..."
Miley Cramer, seeing her brother being killed, felt no sorrow and still instinctively lunged to bite. Memphis, having just struck a blow, didn't have time to retreat, and could only bend down to dodge, getting hit in the back by Miley Cramer's hand.
Ugh!
He groaned in pain; the zombie's monstrous strength was comparable to a punch from an adult human.
Suppressing the nauseating pain, Memphis jabbed the baseball bat upwards from below, with a thud, shattering the zombie's jaw.
But such an injury was not enough to kill it, only exposing a maw filled with half-red, half-black mushy flesh, its tongue grotesquely mutated, bristling with flesh and teeth. Memphis stifled his nausea and swung the bat, smashing Miley Cramer's head.
"Aaahhhh..."
Just as he finished off the three zombies, a painful, agonized scream from Jonny rang out from the table beside him.
Memphis hurriedly looked over, only to see the zombie Hector Duffy grabbing Jonny's arm, its sharp teeth biting off a piece of flesh, chewing and swallowing it.
Without thinking much, he quickly grabbed the baseball bat, leapt onto the table, and swung down from above, smashing the zombie's head, sending blood and flesh flying.
Hector Duffy was dead too.
"Aaaah. Hurts... hurts so much, Memphis, save me."
Jonny collapsed to one side, clutching his arm, his face pale with pain, tears and snot streaming down.
Memphis was about to rush over to help him but felt a shiver in his heart, turning to run towards the door.
Click... Click...
Click!He locked the main door.No matter what, in an unclear situation outside, preventing other creatures from entering was the first action to take.After locking the door, he hurriedly ran back inside. Passing by the water cooler, he conveniently smashed the lock on the first aid box above with the bat, reaching in to grab all the medicine inside."Kheeze... Help me... Kheeze..."When he returned to Jonny's side, his poor colleague was already delirious, his eyes cloudy, his skin dark and bruised, thick, dark red mucus dripping from the corners of his mouth.Memphis clenched his hand tightly, his eyes reddening.In less than 30 seconds from being bitten, Jonny had nearly lost consciousness, perhaps only standing through sheer will to survive despite his body's transformation."Jonny, Jonny, you have to stay awake, your dad is waiting! Uncle Gaspar is waiting for you at home!"Jonny seemed to hear Memphis's voice, hearing the name Gaspar Byrne, his father, a miserable widower. He s
Sure enough, after adding potential points, the highest limit of the attributes increased. It seems he needs to train to bring his stats to the highest level.Also, how does he use the skill points, and what about the newly appeared Bright? 5 Bright should equal 5 zombie corpses, right?Well, let's see how it goes. He just killed 5 zombies and gained 5 exp, enough to level up. So, each zombie gives 1 exp, meaning to reach level 3, he needs to kill 20 zombies..."Ding. Congratulations to the host for successfully surviving the initial phase and leveling up.""The system offers rewards. Please choose one of the following: First, instantly increase the current level by one, the reward cannot be saved for later use. Second, receive a random skill book ranging from tier one to tier three. Third, receive a random piece of equipment ranging from tier one to tier three."As Memphis was deep in thought, the mechanical voice startled him with a mix of surprise and joy, along with significant in
Feeling a bit sentimental, Memphis pulled out his backpack and stuffed all the found items inside. After some thought, he searched through 5 of his colleagues' wallets, hoping to have something to hand over if he met their families.He also took Hughie's coat, a long and thick one, perfect for protection.Using Miley Cramer's skirt to wrap his hand and Jonny Byrne's remaining cap, Memphis finally covered himself completely.He looked around the office one last time, seeing the rotting corpses of his comrades, quietly mumbling:"Sorry... I will avenge you all..."He turned towards the door, a determined plan forming in his mind.But first, he had to escape this building.Memphis's office was located at the end of the hallway on the third floor of the building. To reach the staircase on the other side, he had to pass by the secretary's office, the director's office, the second office, and then the separate security room along the hallway, before finally reaching the emergency exit stair
Looking at the attribute table, Memphis understood a bit more. It turned out his experience gained was proportional to the monster's level. So, the stronger the zombie he killed, the greater the benefits, and there was a chance of loot drops!The breakthrough point increased to 11%, but he still didn't know its use.Taking a deep breath, Memphis cautiously stepped forward, his eyes constantly scanning for information on zombies, ready to respond quickly.Next to his office was the secretary's room. Holding the bat in one hand, Memphis carefully turned the lock with the other. He wanted to see if Amanda was still human or had turned into a zombie.If she is human, Memphis thought, he would try to investigate her situation a bit. If she is a zombie, he wouldn't mind giving her a whack to gain some experience points.Click, click...Click, click, click...The door suddenly opened, and Memphis's body tensed into a defensive stance. However, after observing, there was no one inside. Maybe
He reached for the card but didn't examine it immediately, instead swinging his bat again to brutally smash the head of the dumb level 1 zombie still hissing in a daze.With that, the fight ended, and he couldn't help but exhale. Good, he had only spent 2 stamina points and gained 11 experience. Including before, his experience bar was now 15/20.Memphis turned to look at Lionel and Amanda, who still bore expressions of fear and bewilderment, and calmly said:"Chairman Hester, I want to resign."In the blood-soaked room, the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.This was something Memphis had wanted to say for years.Lionel, who initially intended to praise Memphis out of habit, was taken aback when he heard this, his mouth twitching. He suppressed his anger and quickly put on a sincere smile:"Memphis, you saved our lives, whatever you say goes. Isn't that right, Amanda?"Lionel, being the director of a scam company, was extremely cunning and shameless. In that brief moment, he had though
After reaching a mutual understanding, Memphis immediately said:"Prepare yourselves, gather all the food and drinks, and wear more clothes to protect yourselves. As for other useless things, I suggest not taking them."To Memphis, things like money or gold were relatively useless at the moment and would only add weight.Lionel and Amanda both nodded, hesitantly agreeing. They first checked their phones, feeling even more anxious when they saw the signal bars were dead.Ignoring them as they packed, Memphis moved towards the door, peeking through the peephole.It was impossible to see inside from the outside, but from the inside, he could easily see out.Outside, there were indeed zombies attracted to the noise. Moreover, there were more than one."Infectious form level 1, can turn living beings into the same kind.""Infectious form level 2, can turn living beings into the same kind."Relying on his scouting vision, Memphis confirmed that the two zombies were relatively normal. They w
Bang! Bang! Bang!The door shook continuously, then with a crack, it burst open, the lock unable to withstand the zombie's monstrous strength.A tall zombie with a rotten, slimy face stepped out of the room."Aaah... Mmm mmm..."Amanda couldn't help but scream in horror, immediately being silenced by Lionel beside her.Though Lionel was equally terrified, he feared attracting more zombies even more.This tall zombie seemed to be Devlin Leyton, Kieron Leyton's brother. It hissed threateningly, its heavy footsteps moving towards Memphis and the others."Its speed isn't too high, but its monstrous strength is immense!"Memphis quickly assessed the situation. As the zombie's claw came down, he used his superior speed to dodge, gripping the machete and slashing upwards, striking its arm joint.Crack!The zombie's claw was severed on the spot.The zombie didn't feel any pain and swung its remaining hand towards Memphis's head. He quickly crouched, rolled through its legs, and moved behind i
Having made their decision, the three of them lined up and left, heading straight for the stairwell. Memphis took the lead, Amanda in the middle, and the portly Lionel brought up the rear, his hand trembling as he gripped the baseball bat.Kheeze… Kheeze…At the staircase landing between the 3rd and 2nd floors, two zombies were kneeling, gnawing on a body. Hearing the footsteps of the three people coming down, one of them immediately turned its head and then crawled over."Infectious form level 2, can turn living beings into the same kind.""Infectious form level 2, can turn living beings into the same kind."Just two level 2 zombies. Memphis swung his sword, shattering the skull of the crawling zombie, then casually chopped off the head of the other one still engrossed in eating.His experience points had risen to 12/40.He turned to Lionel and Amanda:"If you have the courage to face them, you can gain greater power. These zombies are disgusting and dangerous, but they're also relat
A skilled Marksman might fire 10 skill volleys and take down 40 zombies before exhausting their energy and needing assistance from a Healer. In contrast, a Melee Fighter could take down those same 40 zombies with only about 4 stamina points, moving at lightning speed. The truly skilled and experienced ones consumed even less.Melee Fighters contributed the most to the tally of 33,000 zombies slain from 7 a.m. to 1 p.m., fighting continuously without pause.Abel, usually well-regarded, found himself completely outclassed in this battle.What could he do? Fight Diego? Haha, in a one-on-one match, a Marksman typically stood no chance against a Melee Fighter. They were faster, more reactive, and could dodge attacks while closing the distance. Lightning balls or fire blades hurle
It was a losing trade that might not even yield the desired outcome. After all, the anti-demon effects displayed by Jarred earlier weren’t omnipotent. It was, at the end of the day, just a Level 4 weapon. How could they possibly procure enough shells to take down the zombie horde of over 80,000?Zared glanced around before clearing his throat and saying: “Deputy Leader Wallflower, actually...""Commander Riggs, Leader Sears currently holds that item, and it cannot be used temporarily.” Wallflower interjected sharply, cutting Zared off as soon as he glanced left. She silently cursed the old fox for clinging too persistently.Did he want to use lofty ideals to requisition her prized possessions? Not without paying the right price.Silenced, Zared could only fume quietly, while the other leaders exchanged wry smiles.Starla wasn’t participating in this campaign and had gone off alone to breach Hour. Not only were they failing to assist her in securing the ferry, but now they were trying
Normally, humanity appreciated stationary zombie hordes because they could lure small groups away, picking them off gradually. The horde’s numbers would dwindle, and the pressure on the humans would be minimal—they could drag it out as long as they needed. But here, things were different. Their primary goal was to lure the entire horde away to seize the weapons depot, not to endure relentless face-offs like this.They no longer had enough artillery shells to target the horde’s center and eliminate its core forces. This left the army with only one option: close-quarters combat. Asymmetric warfare remained asymmetric from beginning to end.Out of 100,000 zombies, they had managed to kill about 15,000 since morning, losing 31 soldiers in the process. Their ammunition reserves were running dangerously low. Meanwhile, the Soul Suppression emitted by the 100,000-strong zombie horde was both powerful and far-reaching, making prolonged resistance impossible. The weaker soldiers were already d
Jarred could only stick his tongue out, panting heavily, pretending not to hear. He lacked the strength to argue, letting his brother’s scolding wash over him. Around him, Sasha activated her Springtime Youth skill, restoring 80% of his maximum stamina and mental energy while eliminating two debuffs: nausea and hallucinations. Warren followed with Mysterious Turtle Saves The World, erasing 80% of his physical damage and tripling his recovery rate until all his injuries were healed.Both Sasha and Warren had recently consumed a bounty of experience crystals, reaching level 10. Their third-tier skills, enhanced to +3, made their healing abilities truly formidable.Seeing that his brother was out of danger, Memphis felt a fleeting sense of relief, though it was soon replaced by an unexpected pang of envy.He feared death. The kind of experimentation Jarred had just undertaken to refine his skill proficiency—testing it on his own body—was something Memphis longed to attempt but could neve
This was the fourth-tier skill Counterturn, enhanced with single-strike explosive force, carrying 85% of the original power Memphis had personally charged into it.Level 4 equipment, when used wisely, could produce strategic effects capable of influencing large-scale battles. But only if used correctly.Using a Level 4 Demon Slayer gun on humans would be idiotic. Forcing someone to strip with a Level 4 Seal Ring? Even more idiotic. Swallowing a Level 4 Gluttony Prison to escape an enemy? Madness. Drinking a Level 4 Mutant Potion to activate its Silence effect during a battle you’re commanding? Utter lunacy.Similarly, the Level 4 Mimic Ring required careful selection of skills for specific situations. It wasn’t about copying the strongest skill and unleashing it indiscriminately—that was brute-force fighting. The key lay in choosing the most suitable skill for the scenario.In this battle, if Memphis had copied three attacks from E3 Level 33, he would have failed. Even launching three
Why didn’t humanity retreat to create distance and dodge these attacks? Because if everyone retreated, who would hold the line? The fortifications painstakingly built could not simply be abandoned.Humanity was clever, but the zombies were learning too. After Memphis issued the order to fall back, maintaining distance, the level 29 M2 went berserk, unleashing wide-area Soul Suppression attacks across the entire battlefield. Even without clear targets, it roared relentlessly, targeting the peripheral zones of the low-level zombie horde under attack.This carpet-bombing tactic created a situation where assault soldiers endured continuous shockwaves. Even if they weren’t directly targeted, the residual effects depleted their energy pointlessly, while the "useless" survivors remained untouched.It was a disaster. Realizing the beast couldn’t be easily deceived, Memphis had no choice but to deploy forces closer to the battlefield again, using human lives as shields for the troops. The situ
However, the current distance was still insufficient. From the center of the zombie horde to the human frontlines was over three kilometers. When the Soul Suppression wave struck the 300 people present, it caused only some pale faces and mild panic among the survivors of Iron Stone. The residents of Hope, long accustomed to such attacks, remained entirely unaffected.After this exchange of blows, with neither side sustaining any losses, Memphis drew his D.E pistol from his holster and fired two loud shots into the air. From elevated positions along both sides of the tactical trenches, hundreds of soldiers in specialized combat uniforms suddenly rose and unleashed a barrage of attacks on the surging horde of zombies below.Their positions were the closest to the frontlines, near the entrances to ten tunnels teeming with zombies. Attacking from above was most advantageous. Their combat uniforms, made from burlap soaked in zombie flesh and blood, effectively masked their human scent agai
At 7:30 a.m. on the 22nd day after the apocalypse, the first zombie stepped into Trench No. 4, officially marking the beginning of the battle on the outskirts of Iron Stone Town.The first zombie was followed by a second, then a third, then a tenth, and soon hundreds poured into the area of ten interconnected trenches. This was the opening skirmish between a horde of 70,000 zombies and nearly 600 humans.From a kilometer away, Memphis observed the battlefield through binoculars, scrutinizing each wave of zombies entering the trenches to gauge the overall situation and assess the evolutionary progress on the 22nd day of the apocalypse. This was his first encounter with a zombie horde under command since safe crystals had been distributed. Humanity had advanced significantly—but what about the zombies?Fortunately, nearly 80% of the horde remained at level 1, indicating they had not undergone comprehensive upgrades across the board. In terms of their foundational strength, this horde wa
Just yesterday, over a dozen residents from Hope Town, despite having endured countless hardships and learning the value of peace, still dared to stand against order. How could Memphis be assured that the residents of Iron Stone Town would stay compliant?The extreme protest in Rutted Track yesterday was a nightmare Memphis had no intention of repeating. He needed to prepare from the smallest steps to block similar schemes in the future. The most straightforward and upright method? Throw those eager to join into the flames of war until they were thoroughly tempered."Understand the pain and harshness of war? Understood, haven’t you? Then live sensibly from now on."This was just one reason why he kept the residents of Iron Stone Town in their original location. Another