Virus King [Translation]

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Countless zombie corpses were heaped beneath the city walls, while the relentless slaughter outside continued unabated. The endless wave of undead, seemingly immune to exhaustion, surged toward the city walls without pause.

The growing pile of bodies in front of the wall began to pique everyone's curiosity.

"What's the point of stacking those zombie corpses along the city's edge?" one comment asked.

"Maybe it's a backup plan. When they can't hold off the zombies any longer, the pile will act as a buffer, making it harder for the undead to reach the walls," another suggested.

"Using the zombies' own corpses as a defense? The White Emperor really is on another level! Genius!"

"Calm down, no matter how much you praise him, the White Emperor won't be rewarding you."

"But isn't the pile getting too large? If they keep stacking them like this, it could become a problem. How long can they keep this up before it becomes impossible to manage? Will they just drag it out and slowly kill the zombies?"

While some expressed doubts, others were more impressed by the potential purpose of the corpse wall.

But just as everyone was debating the use of the zombies piled up beneath the city wall, something extraordinary happened on the live broadcast. The city wall itself moved!

"What the—? Did anyone else see that? The wall just moved! Is there an earthquake or something?!" a comment exploded.

"No way. De M-anila isn't in an earthquake zone. I swear, the city wall itself is moving!" another chimed in.

"Stop talking nonsense. I know the apocalypse has brought weird stuff, but a moving city wall? That's impossible—wait, what the hell is going on?!"

The stream of comments came to a halt as everyone watched in stunned silence. Their eyes widened in disbelief, unable to process what was unfolding before them.

The apocalypse had already shattered many people's sense of reality, but this scene was about to take it a step further. 

In front of their eyes, the enormous city wall—something that should have been immovable—began to split at the corners. Cracks formed along the surface, widening into a gaping, monstrous mouth.

The city wall had transformed into a colossal creature, like some ancient beast from the abyss. This monstrous maw slowly devoured the pile of zombie corpses, swallowing them whole and absorbing them into its body.

"What the fuck is this?!" a viewer typed.

"Is the wall alive?!"

"Look, after it devours the corpses, the wall is expanding! It's getting bigger, thicker, and longer!"

"No way! Was the entire city wall built like this?! Just how many zombies have they had to kill to make this?"

"Waaaaaah! Those zombies were people once, too! This White Emperor is a devil! A butcher!"

"Bro, you've got to be kidding. Your comment almost made me laugh in your idiocy. Next time you're bitten by a zombie, tell them we're all human and see how that goes..."

"Does anyone know what kind of artifact this wall is? This is way beyond anything I've seen!"

Instantly, the live chat exploded with reactions. For the evolutionaries, city walls were a crucial defense—especially in a world overrun by zombies. Even if flying beasts might eventually render such barriers obsolete, for now, the protection they offered was invaluable. The Roshan Wall had become a treasure to any gathering place fortunate enough to have it.

However, the Roshan Wall, despite its immense value, had limitations. It could split and grow, but only to a certain extent—any further, and it would collapse and die.

Still, if selling off just a portion of the Roshan Wall had been possible, it would've made Novak an incredibly wealthy man.

But for now, the battle raged on, and the killing showed no signs of stopping.

Outside the city, countless evolutionaries, including Novak, fought relentlessly from daybreak to nightfall. As exhaustion set in, many of the evolutionaries sustained injuries. Those with minor wounds would quickly inject the virus serum, brush off the dust, and return to battle. Those more seriously injured retreated back into the city to recover. 

Even those not injured were physically drained. 

In between battles, they would swiftly consume food, rest, and sleep, only to rise and fight again. Not everyone possessed Novak's extraordinary constitution. While Novak's abilities—especially his Zombie Claw, which allowed him to drain blood and maintain endless stamina—kept him fighting continuously, the other evolutionaries had to rotate in shifts.

Despite their exhaustion, these thousand or so fighters were like an unyielding wall of life, holding back countless waves of zombies outside the city walls. 

Their ironclad resolve was clear: "With a blade in hand, I can never be a coward. Covered in armor, I'll stand against thousands!" 

Novak wasn't the only one leading the charge—everyone watching from the city walls could see that those who survived this relentless battle would emerge as true elites. 

In this apocalypse, these fighters would be forged like tempered steel, becoming the future foundation of White Emperor City.

However, after nearly an entire day and night of constant fighting, Novak gazed at the still-unending tide of zombies and felt a sense of inevitability. Even as dawn broke, the ceaseless waves of undead seemed infinite, impossible to fully defeat. 

He knew what this meant—this wasn't a natural outbreak of zombies. It was a corpse tide, manipulated by the hidden Lord pulling the strings from behind the scenes. Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a consistent flow of zombies appearing from that small intersection on the Ocean Blue Highway.

The continuous killing hadn't worn Novak down, but he knew it was grinding away at the fighting spirit of the other evolutionaries. 

Through it all, his expression remained calm and collected. His mind, sharpened through his past experiences, gave him unwavering focus. In his previous life, he had endured the trials of the strange secret realm, where he had been trapped alone for what felt like an eternity. It was only by persevering through those impossible odds that he had earned the Hourglass of Time. 

Mindfulness was his greatest weapon.

Finally, as the sun began to rise and the night gave way to dawn, the message Novak had been waiting for arrived.

[Meimei: Brother Novak, I've found the location of the lord you mentioned!]

In that instant, Novak's eyes lit up with a sharp brilliance. After waiting for so long, he could finally go after the one pulling the strings behind the scenes—the mastermind who had sent this endless tide of zombies to his doorstep!