Virus King [Translation]

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D-aet Province.

A group of figures swiftly cleared the zombies from the small town streets. At the forefront was a middle-aged man named Pryne, his face filled with excitement. His name was ordinary, as was his life before the apocalypse. Pryne had been nothing more than the captain of a taxi convoy.

However, after the world fell into chaos, his talent, "Super Driving," allowed him to operate even scrapped vehicles effortlessly. This ability made Pryne feel like a fish in water in the post-apocalyptic world.

Using his talent to mow down zombies with vehicles, he quickly gained experience and rose in power within just a few days. Before the apocalypse, his ambitions had no outlet, but now that society had collapsed, Pryne's ambitions grew even larger—he wanted to build his own kingdom, his own city!

At this moment, his group had cleared several streets of zombies in the town. If things continued as planned, they would be able to take control of the area and use motor vehicles, which others could no longer operate, to grow stronger.

Suddenly, one of his men spoke up.

"Brother Pryne, check out the forum—someone's live-streaming a city being built!"

Pryne quickly clicked into the live stream, his eyes widening in disbelief as the footage appeared on screen.

A city wall this tall?! He couldn't believe it. What used to be there? Was this some kind of ancient structure?

Otherwise, in modern society, even if it could be built, why would anyone construct something so colossal?

In the distance, a massive tide of zombies made Pryne swallow hard.

What the hell?! Was this how exaggerated and outrageous the construction of an evolutionary gathering place was?

At a glance, the horde seemed to number in the tens of thousands! How could any gathering place for evolutionaries accomplish such a monumental city-building task?

And wait—did you actually have to complete missions to build a city?

Pryne, who had been full of ambition moments ago, suddenly felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over him, chilling him from head to toe.

He wasn't the first to feel this way, and he certainly wouldn't be the last.

After the apocalypse began, some people had fallen from their lofty positions, while others seized the opportunity to rise. The barriers of social class had undergone unimaginable changes once more.

Some, like Pryne, dreamed of creating their own worlds amidst the chaos—just as rulers and warlords had done since ancient times, carving out their own territories.

But now, this live-streamed scene was delivering a harsh reality check. It made one thing crystal clear:

No matter the era, the most important thing is strength.

Without the kind of strength displayed in the footage, even if someone was wealthy in the countryside, they wouldn't be able to hold onto power. If they wanted to stake their claim and become a ruler, they might as well wash their hands of the idea and sleep.

However, those with great ambitions weren't so easily discouraged.

At this moment, Pryne and others watched the live stream intently.

The wind howled ominously, as if foretelling something. Though it was the height of summer, a bone-chilling cold crept in.

The zombies roared as they surged toward Ocean Blue Mountain, now just a hundred meters away from the group of evolutionaries.

Then, it happened.

Novak moved.

His speed was so fast that the human eye couldn't keep up. His movements were a blur, faster than anyone could process.

The zombies' claws, wrapped in the plague's decaying influence, extended toward their targets, but Novak was faster.

Above the high walls, Daphne watched Novak in awe. This wasn't the first time she had seen him fight, but no matter how many times she witnessed it, she couldn't help but utter the same words: Novak's fighting style could be described in just four words:

Pleasing to the eye.

Massacre.

To Novak, it didn't matter if the zombies were newly turned or had grown stronger over time due to the apocalypse and the evolving virus. To him, they were all the same—a massacre waiting to happen.

The human barricade formed by less than a thousand people successfully held back the rampaging zombie horde, preventing them from even getting close to the towering walls.

After the first thousand fighters passed through the gate, countless other evolutionaries swiftly entered and exited the battlefield. Their tasks were clearly defined, and the bodies of the fallen zombies were quickly brought back and stacked under the city walls.

This was war—the first war witnessed by everyone since the apocalypse began. It was a defining moment, a symbol of the new peak of human evolutionary power, clashing with the doomsday species. The significance of such a battle was extraordinary for the entire post-apocalyptic world.

All the evolutionaries watching the live stream felt the weight of this war, knowing that their future could very well involve them fighting in a similar battle. They couldn't help but ask themselves: Do I have the strength and leadership that these people have right now?

On the live chat, the comments started flooding in:

"White Emperor, my White Emperor! Faeloria Country can't afford to lose you!"

"Everyone, let's show some serious respect!"

"Where is this happening exactly?! De M-anila folks, help out a fellow evolutionary from Pagis Province. I'm bringing my whole family to join!"

"+1!"

Questions and comments like these filled the screen, and soon someone responded with directions:

"Southeast of De M-anila, in the wealthy Ocean Blue Villa Area along the Bay River."

"Brother, I'm already on my way. If they manage to hold back this tide of corpses, I'm pledging my life to join them. Not for myself, but so my only remaining family members can have a safe place to live without worry."

But amid the excitement, a question arose that left many silent:

"The question is, can they really hold out?"

This doubt lingered in the minds of many. Could this small human evolutionary city, relying solely on the White Emperor, truly withstand such a massive horde of the dead? It seemed almost impossible.

Yet, hope remained.

There was never a shortage of people willing to fight zombies, but not everyone had the same determination. Families with children, or elderly members who had somehow avoided infection, couldn't be expected to hunt down the undead. And who wouldn't worry that, after venturing out to fight, their loved ones might become victims of the very plague they sought to defend against?

In times like these, the prospect of an orderly, secure gathering place—a City of Human Evolution—became all the more meaningful.

As they watched the barrage of comments, many ambitious onlookers couldn't help but feel both envious and helpless. If this gathering place could truly be established, evolutionaries from all corners would flock to it, and the city would quickly grow stronger and safer.

But the harsh reality remained: the threat facing this gathering place was terrifying.

And that figure in the black robe and bird-beak mask—Novak—was undeniably powerful. His presence seemed to carry a message to all who watched:

How much strength must one possess to earn such a right to lead?