Ring... Ring!The sudden sound of the alarm bell echoed sharply, causing Winston to mutter a curse under his breath before he rose to his feet."Damn it! He's here again!""Damn it! Here again!"Hubert was perplexed, unsure of the unfolding situation. He rushed after Winston, inquiring hastily."What's going on? Why did the alarm suddenly sound?""It's that bastard Lancelot causing a commotion again. Every encounter ends in losses on both sides, yet he refuses to back down.""Does he want to take over our gathering area?"Winston nodded, dashing out swiftly. Outside, over a dozen people had gathered; among them was Jacob, who immediately moved beside Hubert upon spotting him. As Jacob was about to engage him in conversation, Stella inserted herself between them, her voice laced with sourness."Just as the alarm went off, everyone had already gathered, yet you seem rather at ease, aren't you?"Hubert dismissed Stella, leaving her fuming, but she eventually composed herself, leaning ont
Lancelot’s soldiers promptly formed a circle, offloading various guns and grenades from their vehicles. Seeing Lancelot teetering on the brink of insanity, Jacob stepped forward and instructed: “Lan, fall back.” “Lan?” Hubert’s eyes widened in surprise. How could Jacob use such an intimate nickname for Lancelot? He glanced at Lancelot and then back at Jacob.From behind, Stella finally revealed Jacob’s true identity: “So, you finally decided to show your hand. The leader of the anti-government alliance, Jacob, you’re quite the master of disguise, aren’t you?” “What?” “Say what?” The crowd surrounding Hubert erupted into a cacophony of shock, especially Canis, who appeared most taken aback.“Doesn’t the commander have a different name?” Having suspicions about Jacob for a while, he was astounded by the revelation of his high-ranking identity.From the opposite side, Lancelot elucidated the swirling confusion, stating: “Of course, he had to use a pseudonym to infiltrate your ranks
Hubert made his way to Canis's room, now emptied of visitors save for the medic, Winston, who remained behind to administer care. Upon seeing him, Winston immediately rose, providing a chair for Hubert. "Are you feeling better now? I've been looking after young Canis and haven't had the time to attend to you." he said. "I'm fine now." Hubert replied with a nod. He was indeed feeling well, except for the head-spinning revelation of Jacob's identity. Glancing at Canis, pallid and limp on the bed, a sharp pang of grief surged within him. That damned Lancelot, he swore, would pay for the pain he'd inflicted. His voice sounded louder than intended when asked: "Is he truly okay?" "He's stable now and will be on his feet in a few days. Superhumans recover faster than normal people. And Canis, as a light-based Superhuman, will heal particularly quickly. There's just one thing..." Winston hesitated. "What is it?" Hubert cut in, impatient for clarity. "His wound is near the concentratio
"Call Caradoc here. Let's go observe that semi-conscious zombie over there." Hubert proposed."For what reason would you call Caradoc?" Gideon asked, a tad perplexed."His skill set includes control, and he could restrain those zombies for a sufficient amount for us to study. Besides, we should also expedite another hunt. The rate at which the zombies evolve is astonishing,hing and we've been far too lackadaisical. If they grow so strong we can't hunt anymore, we might as well await our inevitable demise." Hubert elaborated."I see your point. I will go and fetch Cara." Gideon acknowledged and left promptly. ‘Cara,’ it seemed they had become quite familiar over the last two months. Besides, it was no secret that Caradoc was fond of the wily older man, Gideon. A love triangle, perhaps? Hubert mused. Enda silently pined for Caradoc while Caradoc openly pursued Gideon – a classic tale of fraternal tragedy."What's got you chuckling?"Gideon's sudden question startled Hubert from his amu
Modern-day zombies are vastly different from those of two millennia ago, including the existence of semi-zombies. Hubert employed his Superpower toward the semi-zombie to establish a mental connection. He asked it:"Do you know what the other half of you is?"The semi-zombie shook its head. It communicated with Hubert via thoughts: "I don't know, but it might be a Superhuman. The energy is not very clear, so I'm uncertain. I'm unsure if it's the energy of a Superhuman or that of a zombie."Hubert nodded. He spoke:"What's your name, and how old are you for proper address? We can't always refer to you as 'this zombie' or 'that zombie.'""My name is Baron Derby, twenty years old.""So, we're of the same age."Hubert then turned to the others and said,"His name is Baron Derby. From now on, we should address him by his name for easier communication.""I knew that already."Caradoc responded with a pout, implying that he was already aware of Baron Derby's name, which wasn't surprising giv
Five days had passed, and Canis had fully recovered. Their essentials for the impending hunt were packed and ready. As they awaited Caradoc's parasitic Superpower to work its magic on Baron and the two fourth-grade zombies, Hubert, on the other side, divided them into teams for better collaboration."As for the battle formations, we'll arrange ourselves as previously discussed." he detailed: "A team requires Superhumans for control, primary attack, support, and defense. Ideally, we should have two support members, but we're short on numbers, so we'll make do. We'll set off once Caradoc is done with the parasitic seeding.""Hopefully, that scoundrel Lancelot Anthony won't interfere this time.""Don't worry, and he's nursing his wounds. He won't have the leisure to vie for resources with us."Hubert declared with conviction. He was reasonably sure Lancelot wouldn't recover in such a short span. But he didn't rule out the possibility of a rapid healing Superhuman by his side. If a light-
Employing his Clairvoyance, Hubert surveyed the landscape through the towering trees. In the forest, a group of more than ten people besieged a mutated lion. The source of the Fire-type Superpower energy was indeed this lion. From its movements and the way it evaded each blow, it could be discerned that it was at the peak of the third level or, at most, the beginning of the fourth level. However, its maneuvers were elegant, like wind breezing through the trees. Still, the attacker was no less swift, flinging fireballs with one hand and a flame net with the other, relentlessly pursuing the fleeing lion. This likely explained the origin of the energy. Just then, Baron voiced his observation: "A Fire-type Zombie and a Fire-type Superhuman are fighting. The Zombie is at a disadvantage and is trying to escape, but the Superhuman doesn't intend to let it go."Hubert nodded and relayed Baron's findings to Canis and Winston."A Fire-type Zombie and a Fire-type Superhuman are fighting. The
Phelan then added: "I'm trying hard to stay calm right now. Please don't lie to me."From Phelan's tone, Hubert could tell that he was extremely desperate. His earlier threats had been abandoned. He asked him:"Are you two... lovers?""We've been married for over ten years.""Married? Really?"Phelan just nodded without saying anything further. Hubert was just curious about their relationship. Why would it make him so enraged? He had said earlier that he was a bodyguard, but a bodyguard wouldn't typically display such excessive reactions. Hubert then reached into the large hole in the middle of Nathan's chest to investigate. The flesh inside was all decayed, and nothing could indicate that this body still contained any energy. Hubert called out: "Big brother, come over here."Upon hearing the call, Canis approached. Hubert introduced him to Phelan:"Light element Superhuman, is that sufficient to earn your trust? Light elements can purify the toxins caused by zombies. First, we'll f