The group, including Yosef, barely had time to cheer for their strong leader before the grotesque monster charged straight towards their team. Their faces turned pale with fear, their minds in a chaotic panic, as they all instinctively prepared to unleash every attack they had.Memphis hurriedly raised his hand to stop them and said:"Ignore it, keep attacking the zombie horde."The level 20 F2 zombie had now become an ally, fully consumed by the Ice Poison effect, and had completely turned into Memphis’s puppet. Despite its grotesque and bizarre appearance, it was "dead" in every way that mattered, no longer connected to the rest of the zombie horde.This was the first zombie that Memphis had possessed since acquiring his Ice Poison class skill.Upon hearing Memphis’s command, Yosef, Lazarus Stein, and Timon Roome all breathed a collective sigh of relief, though their expressions were filled with unspeakable shock.The leader could actually command zombies as his minions? Could the my
"And there’s no sign of any defensive zombies, not even a Shield 1. Why is that?"Having assessed the enemy, Memphis shifted to evaluating his own situation.He was strong, incredibly so, and practically invincible against zombies below level 20. His confidence came from two factors that were always at his disposal, without needing any pre-planning.First, there was the fourth-tier skill, Soul Suppression. At a minimum expenditure of 8 intelligence points, this skill could instantly kill all speed-type zombies up to level 19, regardless of whether they could use their innate Cicada’s Molt ability—every one of them would have their brains explode with a single blow. Against power-type zombies at level 19, it would take about 10 intelligence points to achieve the same result.Moreover, Soul Suppression was invisible and formless, making it incredibly hard to predict. As long as Memphis could see his opponent, he could immediately launch an attack, leaving little room for preparation. The
Memphis sighed inwardly. It was true that he had made such a promise to Wallflower. Yesterday, when he needed her help with sniping the zombie horde, he had promised to fulfill one of her requests in the future.Now that moment had come, and she was using it to save others. It wasn’t entirely unexpected.He calmly laid out the truth:"Even if I save them from dying this time, after a one-hour break, they will still be used as bait again. Cormac won’t stop until the zombie horde is destroyed."Wallflower’s body stiffened upon hearing those words, and her face lost all color. Yet, she firmly said:"Save them now. I’ll find a way afterward."Memphis looked at her for a moment before nodding. With a wave of his hand, a 2.5-meter-tall ice puppet materialized instantly. It sprang forward and, within seconds, stood firmly in front of the truck, raising its hand to stop it.The driver, startled by the appearance of the creature blocking his way, slammed on the brakes, causing the iron cages t
At his command, the 30 soldiers from Hope Town and the 70 soldiers temporarily under his command from Sunny Hills orderly began to withdraw. They climbed into jeeps, military trucks, and armored vehicles, moving swiftly toward the rear.On the right flank, Cormac looked at the devastated battlefield, his expression grim. It had taken him 20 minutes and an enormous amount of gasoline to take out 3,500 zombies, while Memphis had wiped out over 2,000 in just half a minute. The disparity was clear.“Hmph!”He snorted coldly, waved his hand, and barked:“Leave a few to collect the spoils; the rest, retreat immediately!”“Yes, sir!”The loot from the zombies, mostly low-level, wasn’t worth much. There were a few scattered level 3 zombies, yielding a couple of first-tier skill books, a few dozen experience crystals, and two item cards. Memphis, for the sake of safety, hadn’t bothered collecting them.The group began to retreat in an orderly fashion. After days of such operations, they had be
Suppressing his emotions, he turned to Cormac and said:"This girl, 2,000 rounds of ammunition."Cormac almost cursed out loud at that price. 2,000 rounds? You want to trade for that little?He slammed his hand on the table and said:"At least 10,000. These nine virgins are just a bonus. I’m willing to let them go for 5,000, so the total for all ten is 15,000 rounds."Memphis shook his head and replied:"Brother Dennis, after all, these are just women, and compared to my servants, they don’t even come close in looks. I'm reluctant to even touch her, who knows if handling her would make me a wanted man. Let’s settle at 3,000 rounds."Cormac had never hated Wallflower's beauty as much as he did now. But he was a businessman, and having once been a branch leader in the Midnight Ravens, dealing in weapons and drugs was nothing new to him. He quickly shook his head and emphasized the "value" of the "merchandise":"She’s young, only 14. The experience will be entirely different. Brother Jac
Wallflower took a deep breath, calming her emotions, and responded steadily:"First, I want to contact the government in Lakeside County."Memphis raised an eyebrow. Did this woman plan to seek resources from there?He started calculating in his mind. Even if the Lakeside County team left at 6 a.m., they would still have to travel 11 kilometers to reach Lakeside Bridge, a route crawling with zombies, possibly blocked by Devouring Type or Manipulation Type zombies. They couldn’t move quickly. After crossing the bridge and reaching the Renaissance center, they would face a level 25 F2 assassin, making it even more difficult to reach Hope Town in time.The group had said they would arrive by noon, but based on Memphis's calculations, it would be at least afternoon, or even late evening, before they got there. They couldn’t possibly carry several tens of thousands of bullets on the road with them, and they certainly didn’t have extra ammunition to ransom anyone.Distant water can’t quench
Memphis knew Wallflower was no ordinary person. She was likely the daughter of someone incredibly powerful, with extensive knowledge of weapon caches and supplies. Her comments like “That belongs to the state, you can’t just take it” or “Even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you” had revealed as much. So, from the moment he handed her the radio, he had been angling for an exchange of information. When she refused, he had already resolved to trick her.But back then, he was still weak and disreputable, hardly capable of fooling Wallflower. She saw through his love of trickery, his bandit-like nature, and even his underlying mission in building Hope Town. It had been impossible to regain her trust.Using violence or torture to force her hand? That would have been the most foolish option, and Memphis rarely resorted to such crude methods. He wasn’t skilled in torture, and it would likely only work once at best. Against someone as resilient and principled as Wallflower, who was devoted to the g
If the apocalypse hadn’t happened, if life had continued peacefully, not in 14 days, not in 14 months, not in 14 years, not even in 14 lifetimes, would Wallflower have ever developed feelings for Memphis? One was a princess born with a silver spoon, the other a hustler barely scraping by on a $3,000-a-month salary, drowning in debt because of scams. No matter how you looked at it, they were from completely different worlds—parallel lines never meant to intersect.But fate took a strange turn. From the moment Memphis saved Wallflower from the mutated cat’s claws to now, after everything they had been through together, those two parallel lines somehow found a point of intersection.Memphis had never been confident in his appearance or his ch