The two had been battling long enough that most of their trump cards were revealed. Fergus was now 80% sure that Memphis had nothing to do with the terrorist act. His opponent was strong, but not to the extent of slicing through a seven-story building in one strike—especially with a technique identical to his own Slash.Memphis lacked such a skill. If he had it, he would have used it already. His primary focus on ice and psychic abilities left no room for investing in a devastating slash technique powerful enough to rival the combined force of hundreds.His refusal to undergo verification was also explainable. A rebel leader wouldn’t dare step foot in Lakeside’s jurisdiction. Once there, even if innocent, the government would find other charges to convict him. Fear and distrust were understandable.This realization brought Fergus despair. If Memphis wasn’t the perpetrator, then who was? Who had mercilessly killed his men and framed Memphis for the crime?The final straw was within rea
In the moment of life and death, Wallflower suddenly overcame her usual cowardice and decided to charge forward to block the attack. A 4-meter-wide layer of purple Light Armor was immediately summoned. The terrifying blade energy, which could destroy everything in the blink of an eye, hit the armor, but it could not tear it apart, only forcing the Light Armor to deflate like a deflating balloon.The power of a full-force blow from an Evolved Being was immeasurable.However, the blade energy was too vast, too enormous. The Light Armor summoned by Wallflower could only block half of the energy. The remaining half still sliced through, cutting down dozens of people behind her, hundreds of tiny blade energies being released, pouring down as if to slaughter all the high-ranking members there. On the 21st day after the apocalypse, Memphis carried nearly 50 skills of various types, with Fergus perhaps having even more. With such a vast number, could one really understand and perfectly utilize them?No.A fifth-tier skill is not something that can simply be used by unleashing potential. It’s difficult to raise a hammer to crush an ant, and the skills in this game are even harder. Fifth-tier skills are no joke. If one could only activate a skill by tapping into potential, they would never reach its true power.Memphis possessed quite a few fourth-tier skills, but he didn’t dare use them as his trump card in this battle. He knew that he didn’t have enough extraordinary knowledge.Even with a fourth-tier skill, it was still like using a sledgehammer—he hadn’t yet learned to wield that fourth-tier sledgehammer in a fierce battle.He could still use them reluctantly, but if the situation became difficult, defeat would be inevitable.On the first day of the apocalypse, Jarred had oApocalypse System: How To Destroy My Resources? Chapter 637:
On the eastern shore, standing amidst the teeming crowd, Verne quietly swallowed hard and muttered a few words of "to the death" in unison, while the expressions of most of the other leaders were exceedingly grim. The effect of the earlier propaganda compared to the current one was vastly different—even their own soldiers were beginning to waver.Memphis, standing at the forefront, waited for the fervent shouting to subside before raising his voice again through the loudspeaker:"We have poured all our efforts and abilities into proving to you that we are entirely innocent. Everyone has seen that we are incapable of carrying out any acts of terrorism, let alone possessing the motive to commit such despicable deeds.""Yet! The harder we try to prove ourselves, the more some among you strive to deny it, the more they seek to reject this truth. The more we wish for peaceful negotiations and cooperation, the more these people grow aggressive and belligerent, determined to block any attemp
Xenon let out a weary, melancholic sigh. If he had been more resolute in mediating, more adamant in opposing the attack, things wouldn’t have reached this irreparable point.Starla watched as the four fireballs gradually faded. A faint ripple of emotion stirred within her. Closing her eyes for a few seconds, she turned and walked away, no longer concerned about what might happen next.Wallflower’s hands clenched and released, clenched and released again, her mood shifting with each passing second. Her crimson lips trembled slightly before she bit down gently, letting out a cold hum and muttering something under her breath. It was unclear what she saw or what she was cursing.Memphis surveyed the desolation before him, the corners of his lips curving into a cold smile. Raising his hand to the sky, he called out loudly:"Squads 3 and 5, stay behind to hold the position. All remaining forces, retreat immediately!"Having achieved all his objectives without expending significant resources
Before the apocalypse, the country of T had once resorted to tanks to suppress tens of thousands of student protesters—students who were easily swayed by lofty ideals, fighting without fear until their deaths. The residents of Hope Town now mirrored this, wholly chasing after the "hope" being proclaimed and discarding the rule of law. Step by step, they’d forgotten the order of the past, and anyone challenging it would face violent resistance.With the apocalypse looming, conditions for this manipulation became even easier to meet, and the environment for cultivating rebellion even more favorable. Renaissance Base, with its mere thousand residents, had more than enough resources to use as bait in the early stages, to train a group of people willing to fight to madness. The absence of government intervention allowed this plan to progress smoothly.And now, over a thousand residents on the western bank of Grieving River were fully brainwashed, entirely turned against the government, and
The final conclusion received unanimous approval. The reason for not deploying all forces was the need to address other battlefields.In the north, at Cloudy town, seventy percent of the zombies had been drawn to the outskirts of Sunny Hills village. The Manipulation Type buried beneath the hills was increasingly dominant in attracting forces to its cause.The massive zombie horde at Dragon Light County in Province NO showed no signs of being troubled. It continued to mobilize zombies bit by bit, infiltrating past the boundary wall and encroaching on Renaissance territory. It seemed determined not to miss this "juicy prey.” showing no concern for sacrificing troops unnecessarily.According to the latest intelligence from scouts, only 43 meters of the boundary wall rema
While Hope Town was holding its meeting, the leadership of Lakeside District Base was similarly convening to determine their future course of action.With attendance limited to individuals of deputy battalion commander rank and above, it was a closed meeting of the true upper echelon.After resolving the thorny issue of how to handle relations with Hope Town, they shifted their discussion to the situation involving the zombie hordes."At Pure Essence City, all three bridges show signs of being under attack by zombie hordes. I’m eighty percent certain that by 8 a.m. tomorrow, a horde of 70,000 zombies from Pure Essence City will assault Bridge A-0.""In Whiskey District, the 100,000-strong zombie horde surrounding Battalion 101’s area is extremely powerful and ferocious. They cannot be lured away, and any provocation leads to them unleashing their full force. With our current resources, breaking through will be extremely challenging, requiring heavy sacrifices to achieve, if it's even
Ten minutes later, Memphis’s radio crackled to life, signaling that Jarred had reached the designated location. The plan could finally begin.Raising his hand calmly, Memphis issued the command:"Order all members of squads 2, 4, 7, and 9 to attack."The communications officer responded with a sharp "Yes, sir!" and quickly relayed the orders through the radio.As soon as the signal to attack was given, anti-tank rounds from OG-15V launchers rained down from the human rear lines toward the center of the zombie horde.As the dark flames and suppressive effects of the demon-slaying rounds dispersed, haunting, mournful wails filled the air. A brutal wave of enhanced Soul Suppression crashed down on the 500-plus humans, dragging everyone into a whirlwind of psychic assaults.However, it achieved little effect.A zombie horde of 70,000 was an entirely different beast from one of merely 20,000. Gone were the days when a single attack could knock someone unconscious on the spot. Even at level
As the mutated crab’s previous attack failed, it raised its massive claw again, this time targeting the human who had dared interrupt its hunt—Starla. Yet before it could launch its second strike, a brilliant, azure-green light streaked across the distant horizon.Whoosh!A dark purple arrow, saturated with intensely concentrated wind energy, hurtled toward the battlefield. The arrow was half a meter wide and three meters long, with a tail trailing a storm of whirling wind energy propelling it at blistering speed.The arrow almost reached the crab’s pincer before its deafening, storm-like roar echoed across the battlefield.This was supersonic speed—the arrow struck before its sound could catch up, shattering the first boundary of classical mechanics."Graaakkkk..."The mutated crab, caught mid-attack, was forced into a reactive defense. Though unprepared, its survival instincts—the most finely tuned aspect of its mutated nature—kicked in. It instinctively raised its massive claw, as
The 10-meter-wide "Slash.” imbued with the aura of the Annihilation Blade, struck the slimy bubble, causing it to sink like a deflating balloon. After three seconds of fierce resistance, the bubble burst. However, the shattered bubble transformed into hundreds of smaller bubbles, trapping all the fragmented blade light within.Whoosh whoosh...Xenon, with unrelenting focus, hurled chunks of metal at the Mutant Crab. Tons of sharp, spiked steel chains were launched, encasing the creature where it stood. At the same time, two PG-7V anti-tank rounds were fired from the launcher beside Xenon, seizing the opportunity to strike as soon as the crab's water shield broke.Screeeeech...The Mutant Crab showed no signs of weakening. It released another series of smaller defensive bubbles, which quickly encapsulated the two projectiles. When the anti-tank rounds exploded, the bubbles shattered into pieces. However, their defensive properties greatly diminished the explosions' power. The resulting
After confirming that the victim could no longer be saved, he had to collapse onto the ground crying, wailing that it wasn’t intentional. He’d have to explain that he was hallucinating and disoriented from the effects of Soul Suppression, that he was overly worried about the zombie ambush, afraid the monsters would harm his teammates. In his panic, he had unleashed an all-out attack against the zombies, losing control of his energy output, which caused the shockwaves to spread excessively.Following that, he would have to adopt a look of absolute remorse and searing hatred, screaming in anguish as he charged toward the zombie horde, showing a spirit of self-sacrifice in the name of vengeance.Of course, someone would step forward to stop him, console him, and prevent him from doing something reckless.The surrounding teammates would then understand what had happened, avoiding the possibility of misunderstandings, baseless rumors, or gossip spiraling out of control.With such a sequenc
Osiris sat frozen in his chair, his face blank with shock. Then, suddenly snapping out of it, he looked up sharply and stammered:"Lea... Leader..."Memphis waved his hand calmly, cutting him off, and said in a measured tone:"The incident has already occurred, and none of us wanted it to happen. That said, we must work to mitigate the consequences and seriously reflect on the lessons to be learned.""The 1,000 organizational contributions you were penalized are to compensate the family of the fallen team member—that addresses the resource aspect. In terms of morality, you are personally responsible for protecting and nurturing the son of the deceased team member.""As for the lesson to be learned: you must, in your own name, establish a group aimed at raising awareness about safety and restraint when using extraordinary abilities, enhancing control while utilizing such powers. You must lead by example, using your own mistakes as a case study, so that others avoid repeating the same e
Five minutes later, Osiris finally stepped inside."Leader..."Osiris bowed deeply, his face pale and dazed. Only after a long moment did he straighten up, but his gaze remained fixed on the wall ahead. He didn’t dare look directly at the figure seated before him. A suffocating pressure weighed down on him, filling him with an indescribable fear.Memphis observed Osiris for about ten seconds before withdrawing his Dominance Aura. He then asked calmly,"You accidentally killed a squad member from Team 4?"Hearing this, Osiris’s already pale face turned ashen. A chill seemed to rise from the depths of his soul, spreading across his body. He lowered his gaze for a few seconds, let out a heavy sigh, as if that breath had drained him of all his strength, and said,"Leader... I... I was wrong...""Wrong? How exactly?"Before Osiris could finish, Memphis interrupted him midway. Osiris took a deep breath to regain his composure, but even then, he stammered,"I... I..."Emotionally, the fact t
This near-universal skill ignited a heated scramble, even more intense than the one over Fire Blade earlier. Eventually, it was claimed by Xander."Third Tier, Letting Go of the Past."This skill, a healing and recovery ability, could erase past injuries.It was a miracle for everyone, especially considering the current state of Hope Town, with many injured—missing limbs, deafness, blindness. This skill was the foremost hope for the disabled to regain their humanity.Memphis directly assigned the skill to Maggie, the squad leader of the medical corps. Most others had no objections. This skill had no combat applications and was a self-sacrificing, altruistic ability. Handing it over for collective use was logic
Holding one dollar implies that the government of Country M owes you one dollar. It’s their responsibility to honor that debt, and you can use it to purchase goods within their territory.Holding an ounce of gold allows you to exchange it for food and supplies in any country, as gold is universally accepted as a valuable metal.Owning oil means you can trade it for countless other items because oil is considered a highly valuable commodity, essential to many industries and convertible into almost any necessity.Simplified, that’s the gist of it. To elaborate further, Country M’s ability to back its dollar stems not only from the value of its goods—which are genuinely excellent and traded widely—but also from the strength of its "fist." Those who refuse to comply are subjected to, well: “human rights interventions."In Hope Town, battle points would be worthless without equivalent resource backing. If you tried to exchange Hope Town battle points in Lakeside, you’d get nothing but a sl
Even if it came down to the moment when the Dawn Light zombies began moving, Memphis would be the one to destroy the bridge connecting Lakeside and Whiskey, thereby monopolizing the arsenal at Battalion 101—or at the very least, looting all the ammunition with his level-4 Storage Ring, leaving the armored vehicles for Lakeside to scavenge.Trying to pressure him? Political maneuvering was sufficient, but supernatural knowledge? They were still far behind.Let’s see who ends up begging whom.He also had his eyes on the potential profits from Lakeside’s 6,000 residents!Pushing Lakeside’s concerns aside, Memphis slipped the radio into the holster on his waist and casually returned to the central meeting room.There, a fierce battle was underway over the distribution of resources."This tier-three Fire Blade skill book should belong to Squad 7. We’re the ones who dropped it.""How can that be? The biggest contribution came from Squad 8’s member using their bogging skill to successfully p