The clash with the Zombie Queen gave Ella a painful awakening. For all her advantage on future events and knowledge, her own personal strength was nothing to speak of. Gathering superhumans and regulars to build a fortress would help her realize her dream of ruling as a Superhuman Queen. Her schemes and plots would get her somewhere, but in the face of a formidable opponent, they would not get her far. If her individual power was low, any Tom or Jerry walking on the street would crush her with a single pinch. At the end of the day, the most significant power was personal strength. To survive and live a long life, to enjoy the treatment and lifestyle of a Queen, she needed power to secure her own life. Power domineering enough to confront a Zombie Queen and come out on top! Therefore, the moment Radiance crash landed inside the courtyard of the stone mansion, the first thing she did was find an isolated corner and enter her spatial space. Time inside the house didn't move. So even
"Who...who are you?" Mina croaked. "Heh. You'll know soon enough." Throwing her like a rag doll, the large man strode past her splayed figure with a stern command over his shoulder. "Take her away and place her with the others. Our Mad Scientist will be quite pleased this time." Shackled and chained on an experimental bed, tears streamed down her face as another syringe stabbed her flesh, and she screamed. It should've gotten better. Or at least, she should've adapted to the pain by now. But the uninvited groping and touches, the never-ending needles drawing her blood and filling her system with who knew what types of drugs, never got easier. On the contrary, as time went on, the pain intensified to an unbearable degree. More times than she could remember, the excruciating pain plunged her consciousness into a pool of darkness. She couldn't remember her name. The memory, and all the information associated with her identity, shattered and disintegrated under the torture of bright l
Two lines of four military trucks marched out of a military compound. They rumbled out the wired gate, ignoring the emaciated humans staring bleakly at their formation. A small group of superhumans strode out of the run-down building and leaned against the walls, crossing their arms and sticking out their legs as they watched the trucks disappear out of sight. "Another search party for Mina Muzhir?" "Last I heard, that seemed to be the case." "Pa! I really regret coming here. We're already starving to death, and all the military officials are concerned about is finding one more mouth." "I agree. If she's gone, then she's gone. It's not like the General is the only one who lost a family member." "If I knew a drop of water and a stale bread a day would be all I'd get, I wouldn't have slaved myself to rise up those walls." The group of superhumans were dissatisfied with the contribution system of the safety base. Not only because they performed hard labor to keep the zombies away,
While a bloodshed was unfolding inside the military compound, a group of people were gathered at the back of the compound. "You got all the food?" "Yes, we took everything. It'll last us about a month." "Hehe...that'll be enough. We'll replenish our supplies once we form a new base." Stacy and Kuram exchanged a glance. Two days ago, they left their base in a hurry to avoid a reencounter with the armored troop and escape the problem of food shortage. Without the presence of their loyal followers, they felt as if time went back to the days before the apocalypse. Serving and slaving for others in exchange for food and shelter was no longer the life they wanted to live. They had ambition and awakened a superpower, so why couldn't they command a force and live the life of a bigshot? So they planned a raid. Infiltrate a military base, gather a group of superhumans, incite and provoke a riot, and raid the warehouse, then leave the compound with weapons, trucks, superhumans and food.
"You're saying you don't know where my niece is?" Erick evaluated the young man. He heard many tales about the business tycoon of Cyprus. The man holding the leash of the supernatural creatures and in complete control of the country's economy. As the General of the Navy Force, Erick had the fortune to catch a glimpse of him in the Chief Deputy's office. What he never expected was to hear the news of his second brother's adopted runt getting married to the man. Of course, he didn't attend the wedding. Elladine Muzhir was a charity case of his foolish brother, and he wanted no part in the charade. But this runt...he had to say her luck and seduction skills were quite impressive to snare a man like Jabri Vaahid. "You don't have the slightest idea where Ella is. How can you still call yourself her husband?" Erick leaned back in his seat and reprimanded the man with the attitude of an elder. He had to admit. It felt nice berating the once famous and unreachable business tycoon. "I'm
Jabri strode out of the Sitting Room and tugged at his tie. "Send down my order. The Swift Troop should be ready to set out in thirty minutes." Throwing these words over his shoulder, he climbed the stairs to the second floor and entered his office. "Jabri dear, do you have to go?" Janelle squeezed in before he shut the door. "You heard him. Ella would've helped if she learned her cousin was missing." Releasing the doorframe, Jabri walked across the room and slumped into the couch. He massaged his temples with a tired expression. It was getting harder to control himself. His emotions were a constant influence on his frequent outbursts. Right now, it was only his aura. Jabri feared the coming of the day the seal shattered, and the long-suppressed force erupted. "Ella, is it?" Janella's faint voice sounded from the side. Before he could react, she stretched out her leg and sat on his lap, straddling him in a compromising manner. Jabri froze. The enticing scent of a woman's perfu
Meanwhile, on Sapphire Island, a slender figure was engaged in a battle with a horde of zombies. Slick and swift, the figure flashed back and front in front of a gated mansion, leaving only shadows in its wake. Enraged shrieks and angry snarls resounded in the air. The horde of zombies lunged forth with razor claws and bloody fangs, hungry for the blood and flesh of the human who was seemingly toying with them. The air blasted and the ground shook under their charge. But before any could lay a claw on the figure, their movements stagnated, then their heads exploded like rotten watermelons. "One more!" Ella twirled the twin blades of crimson-gold and threw them at the remaining headless zombies. Like a knife through butter, the zombies' bodies were cleanly bisected in the middle. The two halves fell apart, and a heap of glowing beads rose from amidst the macabre. She waved her hand, and the heap disappeared into thin air. "With this stack, I should be able to enter the 4th level.
After taking a quick shower and changing into a new set of clothes, Ella sat in the dining room and began to sort out her next plan of actions. The tender chicken meat was warm and rich. After adding a slice of ginger and ginseng, it was even more nutritious. The white rice was filling, and the stir-fried vegetables salty and crunchy. As she placed a slice of melon in her mouth, Ella wondered if she could stay inside forever. Unlike the outside world, which was belching in smoke and blood, the air in the spatial space was clean and fresh, and she had everything she needed to live a peaceful life. She wouldn't have to confront zombies, fight with mutant plants and animals, or stay on guard 24/7 against the schemes and assaults of superhumans and supernaturals. Even though she wouldn't live like a Queen with thousands of servants and bodyguards, she would at least be safe from the nightmare outside. "You can't stay inside forever. The Spatial Space consumes more Energy Orbs to sust