It was a creature standing three meters tall, its entire body sleek with a filthy, oily black mucus. Its bulging muscles looked like coiled vipers, emanating an explosive power. Sharp, grotesque bone spikes jutted out from its joints and down its spine.This creature had a triangular head with no eyes or nose, only a wide, gaping mouth that took up 80% of its face. Instead of a tongue, its mouth was lined with six rows of rotating serrated teeth moving in opposite directions, and a dark, abyssal throat that seemed ready to consume anything in its path.“Ding! Devouring Type level 32…”From over two kilometers away, Wylie observed the creature's actions through military binoculars. As it appeared, it lunged at the octopus-like tentacle from the M2 level 28 Sunny Hills, taking a large bite, and then punched the loudspeaker, shattering it into pieces.Five hundred meters above, a civilian drone recorded the creature’s actions on video.Two hours passed, and they managed to lure it three
“So strong…”After observing for about three minutes, Jarred murmured in admiration. Still, he wasn’t intimidated. If he activated his giant transformation, his defense would easily withstand the force of Xenon’s blades, and his speed and strength would surpass the movements of those weapons.But when two AK-47 rifles seemed to levitate next to Xenon as if possessed and automatically began shooting at the horde, Jarred fell silent.“Damn… what kind of skill is this?”Xenon’s profession was Power Engineer, and his primary skill was the third-level Mind Manipulation. This ability allowed him to use mental energy to control inanimate objects as easily as his own limbs, similar to how Memphis controlled his ice minions—eerily powerful.He could handle up to 20 machetes at once, but doing so would reduce their speed and power, while also draining more energy, so the returns weren’t worth it. Instead, he controlled six blades and two guns, which allowed him to handle any situation.Jarred a
It was as if time froze for a beat—the world momentarily held its breath. A black, viscous stream of blood started to ooze from the top of the Shield-2’s head. The blood poured more and more, along with a sticky substance and a shower of red light, before the monster’s body split in two and crumbled to the ground. Its remains disintegrated into a pile of sludge, as if thousands of blade lights had minced it into fine pieces.It was dead.Fergus let out a heavy grunt, planting his blade into the ground as he panted. His fierce gaze fixed ahead, focusing on the blood-red skill book lying beside the Defense Type’s corpse.Too far, nearly a kilometer away…“A fourth-level skill…”Fergus murmured as if to confirm, taking a deep breath to steady himself before shouting: “Thiên Dật! Grab the spoils, we’ll split them!”While Jarred was still in shock over the terrifying blade strike, a blue-cloaked figure shot out from the fifth line of defense of Battalion Three, darting towards the zombie h
The properties of the white and red varieties remained unknown. Only squad leaders with substantial contributions could access and use them, but it was rumored they were tremendously potent.Jarred couldn’t help but salivate at the thought of tasting them; they had to be better than peppers or rocks. But after two days of searching, he’d given up on finding the vines. At least he’d managed to “borrow” ten smoke bombs—more than enough for his research.After observing Fergus for another ten minutes and assessing his actual strength, Jarred finally wrapped up his reconnaissance of Lakeside’s upper ranks."Three hours left until the Echo Clone expires. What to do to kill time… Hmm, maybe ‘borrow’ a few more shells as a gift for the boss. This time, let’s try Zared’s stash…”The bounty from Jarred’s excursion was impressive. While he’d spent the previous afternoon and this morning running around with little opportunity to dispatch zombies, the experience had broadened his horizons conside
“Both sides, humans and zombies, have tasks to eliminate each other; it’s a fundamental setup of this game.”“The humans in Lakeside have nearly exterminated all zombies within their territory, putting them in a relatively safe state, especially from threats posed by organized zombie hordes.”“That’s against the system setup. With such a large population, their safety contradicts the system’s rules. But, Lakeside’s internal zombies are almost gone, and the remaining wild zombies aren’t enough to form a horde…”“I suspect that at any given time, a human base must face a minimum threat from at least one zombie horde. The larger the population, the greater the threat they’ll face.”“Our base, with over 300 people, faced the threat of a 40,000-strong zombie horde from central Renaissance. Cormac’s group, with over 600 people, endured a 70,000-strong zombie horde from Sunny Hills.”“Lakeside, with over 6,000 people, naturally faces an even greater threat. That’s why the zombie horde from n
Outwardly, he ordered Nicky to negotiate a passage to deal with the 20,000 zombies for trade purposes, while secretly he created a hair-trigger crisis for Lakeside, shifting all the risk onto them.If he genuinely wanted open trade, he wouldn’t have planted explosives under Lakeside Bridge.Once Lakeside was devoid of Manipulation Types, it was only a matter of time before reports would come in of strange zombie movements in Whiskey and downtown Pure Essence.The zombies from Whiskey would have two choices: attack Hope Town or the Lakeside base. If Lakeside appeared safer, the zombies would likely flood there, sparing Hope Town the worst of the assault.<
The Hope Town food management policies were relatively strict. Although there was no mandate for everyone to hand over all foraged supplies, getting food out of the logistics department was extremely rare. Lionel, the fat overseer, had a reputation for hoarding.Some people focused on amassing battle achievements, borrowing and trading them to monopolize and create scarcity in specific goods to resell for a profit—condensed milk, sugar, fruit syrup, canned fruits… These actions didn’t disrupt the larger framework, so Memphis typically let it slide.Of course, this behavior was expected to decrease considerably once a complete set of laws was introduced in a few days.Life for the lowest class residents of Hope Town was far from luxurious and certainly not easy. The scavenging teams uncovered more spoiled food, leading Memphis to further tighten Lionel's warehouse quotas.The aid porridge had recently grown thinner as Lionel rationed each grain, preparing for Memphis’s next austerity m
With a dark expression, Memphis glared at the AWM in his hands, blaming the weapons maintenance team. Clearly, this sniper rifle was faulty. Allowing such defective equipment to reach the front lines was absolutely unacceptable."Sigh… If I had a squad of 100 snipers, each a marksman at this range, we could take out a horde of 20,000 zombies in half an hour…"Sniping isn’t easy work. In less than a second, a sniper has to perform hundreds of calculations, factoring in various data to ensure each bullet flies true. The further the target, the greater the influencing factors and the higher the chance of missing.For instance, aiming for the head of a Strength Type above level 20 was nearly impossible, as these creatures emitted a powerful gravitational aura, pulling bullets off course and making it extremely hard to line up an accurate shot.Memphis couldn’t fathom how some people managed to land 10 out of 10 shots. His Hope regiment boasted five military personnel and seven police offi