"Damn it... Ugh..."Fergus had just fully recovered from his injuries, no longer under any control effects, and even his six stat lines had been randomly boosted by 5–9%. Yet, now he was once again taking hit after hit from Memphis. He wanted to flip the table, but a single misstep would mean his defeat. His opponent’s attacks were too sharp, and the preparation for this counterattack was too meticulous—there was no gap to exploit.In less than a second, his intelligence stat had dropped by over 30 points, and his vision was filled with bubbles that expanded and burst, his Soul Type crushed, drowning him in pain and nausea. His flesh began to crack as the third-tier skill Cicada Shedding activated.Boom! Memphis raised his hand and then let it fall, his gaze serious as he took a deep breath and stepped back. He decided not to attack any longer.On both ends of the bridge, the soldiers on each side held their breath in anticipation, cold sweat running down their backs. The battle between Jackman and Clark had lasted less than a minute. Neither of their fighting styles was flashy or dazzling, yet the intensity and danger were far beyond the previous battle. Though they weren't directly affected by the aftermath, the stronger one could still feel the terrifying pressure emanating from the two figures. Any move made by either one was enough to destroy them all.No, it was enough to destroy everyone.On the eastern shore, Zared stared intently at the area of combat, his hand clenching into a fist. He had thought Fergus could easily defeat anyone from the Renaissance side, but the fact that the battle had become so evenly matched was beyond his expectations."The distance to the rear is tooApocalypse System: How To Destroy My Resources? Chapter 634:
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 chance to "earn profits" was always present. Zombies surrounded Hope Town, waiting to be killed at any moment, whether within the town, across counties, or even provinces. Now that the Manipulation Type had been captured and the zombie horde was effectively caged, Memphis knew his forces needed rest to prepare for the long battles ahead.Yet he also recognized the flaws in that mindset.Regardless of whether the zombies were easy or difficult to kill, he would push his troops to their limits and beyond. They had to fight now, no matter how tired or stressed they were. There was no better moment than this.Anyone who disobeyed? They’d be cut down.Why? Apocalypse System: How To Destroy My Resources?
As long as he held Manipulation Type, the zombie horde would keep chasing. Unless he could teleport more than four kilometers away to sever their connection completely, escape was impossible.In just two more seconds, the wedge-headed creature would catch him. When that happened, he’d undoubtedly be torn to pieces—not eight, but thousands."Evolved Being… Evolved Being… The first two buffs were manageable, but the third is completely broken. Damn it, this is my end… Oh, my legs!"At that moment, Memphis’s reprimanding voice crackled through Jarred’s earpiece:"Silent One, stick to the plan! Stop playing around!"Through the drone’s reconnaissance feed, Memphis watched the dramatic chase unfold and couldn’t hold back his frustration. That brat always pulled stunts like this, waiting until the most critical moments to push himself to the brink.Perhaps this was his secret to improving control—forcing himself to the limit, where life and death teetered on a razor’s edge. In such moments,Chapter 674:
The M2 level 29 was now 50 meters in the air.Three nearby Strength-Type zombies, unaffected by the Seal Ring level 4, unleashed their Gravity Manipulation toward the M2, their intentions clear: break the effect and rescue their leader.And they succeeded, slowing the M2’s ascent.Jarred, observing this, remained unperturbed. His entire body began radiating an intense golden energy, and from his side, he drew out a black iron staff. This was the Black Iron Staff level 3. Lifting it high, he mentally activated its power:"Amplify!"A gravitational force of 12G was immediately applied to the weapon, turning it into the most massive gravitational pull in the vicinity.With the P2 level 28 and P2 level 29 zombies dispatched elsewhere, Jarred became the undisputed gravity overlord within a 100-meter radius. While a few P2 zombies remained, they were not nearly strong enough to compete.Simultaneously, Jarred pointed toward the Manipulation Type and gave two succinct commands:"Nullify!""L
Jarred then retrieved four bottles from the pouch at his waist. These were bottles of mutated wine, a specialty of Lakeside. Casually, he tossed them toward four distant corners. As the bottles shattered roughly 100 meters from the M2 Level 29 zombie, thick black smoke began to billow out, causing a sudden explosion within the zombie horde’s ranks.If anti-demon rounds instilled bone-deep fear in zombies, then the black smoke from mutated grapes drove them wild with insatiable desire.For the Iron Stone zombie horde, encountering such a resource for the first time was a disaster. Their self-control was weak against its allure.Not only do humans need to control their impulses, but zombies do as well—and perhaps even more so. Their very survival often depends on suppressing the overwhelming desires flooding their minds. The demise of the M2 Level 28 zombie at Sunny Hills occurred because it couldn’t resist its craving for mutated gemstones, despite its mission being to control the more
In truth, the Iron Stone zombie horde’s strategy was already highly advanced. The M2 Manipulation Type demonstrated precise, coordinated command, a stark contrast to the clumsy hordes of Pinecrest, Sunny Hills, or Medi Sphere. The elite Speed and Strength Types dominated close combat, Explosion Types bombarded from a distance, and the Manipulation Type delivered control from the rear. Meanwhile, low-tier zombies advanced steadily, applying pressure. One group handled short-range assaults, another mid-range, another long-range, and another took over the battlefield—all four prongs of attack kept relentless pressure. Not even a level 29 Mutated Dog could resist for more than a minute.If this horde were to assault a fixed human stronghold like Hope Town, the town would likely fall or suffer crippling losses even if it held out. Apocalypse System: How To Destroy My Resources?
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 levelChapter 670:
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