Mag-log inWatching this unfold from a distance, the players sucked in a sharp breath, a chill sweeping from the soles of their feet straight up to the crown of their skulls."What... what the hell even is that thing?""That's the 1130 CIWS! A system that can shoot down hypersonic missiles, and it just blocked the whole thing with one hand?!"Inside the motorhome, Jake felt his own heart sink. He'd expected the Level 7 Pale Lord to be strong, but this level of strength — casually shrugging off the 1130 CIWS entirely — still exceeded what he'd braced for....In midair, the Pale Lord seemed to grow bored of this pointless little game. Its indifferent eyes cut through the flames and locked onto the black motorhome below. It slowly raised its right hand, index and middle fingers pressed together, and gave a light, effortless downward press toward the vehicle below.The motion was gentle — the way one might crush an ant underfoot.Without the slightest warning, an indescribably terrifying gr
The Pale Lord didn't care about the taunts of one insect. But it would never allow any creature to blaspheme against the great and mighty being it held above all else.It finally reacted.It slowly raised its head, and for the first time, something like anger crossed that flawless, almost unnaturally beautiful face. It looked at Jake, its lips moving slightly, and a syllable no human tongue could form cracked through the air."Die."...Jake couldn't make out the strange sound, but he could feel, with perfect clarity, the fury packed into that single word.Rather than fear, a wild grin spread across his face."So you can talk after all? And you actually understand English, too."Before Jake's punchable grin could fully finish forming on his face, the pale figure hovering a kilometer up simply vanished into thin air.The next instant, less than fifty meters directly above the black motorhome, a tall, pale silhouette flickered into existence like a ghost.It still held that sam
"Thirteen minutes left, huh..." Jake murmured under his breath.In an ordinary fight, thirteen minutes would fly by in the blink of an eye. But against a monster on this level, every second stretched out like a century.Outside the motorhome, the Pale Lord, having just crushed its own kin into nothing, didn't move to attack right away. Hovering in midair, those pale, pale eyes simply studied the black motorhome.It was assessing. The way a human might study a bug's toy.It could sense something — some strange power hidden inside that steel shell, something even it couldn't quite see through.'Well, if you're not going to attack, how about we talk?' Jake thought.Jake actually had a few questions he wanted answered. He reached out and switched on the motorhome's external speaker system, turning the volume all the way up."Hey..."His voice, amplified through the loudspeakers, boomed across the empty battlefield."Mr. Pale Face, can you understand English?""..."Total silence
Dennis broke out in a full-body cold sweat, and whatever sliver of a reincarnator's superiority complex he'd been carrying shattered completely in that instant. Earlier, he'd actually schemed to trigger this hidden dungeon on purpose. Now, in front of absolute power like this, that ambition felt laughably naive.Dennis turned his head, his gaze locking onto the black motorhome parked at the center of the battlefield.'I've never once begged another person in my life... but this time, you'd better hold the line. If you can't hold, we're all going down with this monster.'...Inside the black motorhome, the mood was just as tense.Raina gripped her sniper rifle, her breathing nearly stopped. Bella stared fixedly at the radar screen, at the light so intensely red it was going purple, causing the signal itself to glitch — cold sweat soaked through her back. Even behind a Level 6 Hyperalloy hull, that suffocating pressure clung on like a leech in the bone.Only Vera seemed unaffec
The instant Jake locked eyes with those lofty pale eyes, the Pale Lord... moved.It took one step forward. No sonic boom. No shockwave. It was as if a single frame had simply been cut from a video. One moment, the ornately armored Pale Lord still hovered among the clouds, a kilometer up. The next, an immaculate, dust-free boot had already settled softly onto the scorched, ravaged ground below.An invisible yet almost tangible weight of terror rippled outward from where it stood, spreading in every direction. Rubble on the ground trembled without a sound, and fine dust rose defying gravity itself.Not far from where the Pale Lord's foot had landed, the Level 6 Pale Warrior— the one whose wings had been shattered and whose spine had been blasted apart, its regeneration still struggling to keep up with only half a body remaining — seemed to see a flicker of hope.Ignoring the agonizing pain from its shattered spine, it clawed at the ground with its one remaining functional hand, dra
The other guy was piloting a motorhome and slaughtering gods, while he was riding a Gargoyle, playing the coward on the run. Comparing himself to that just made his blood boil.Still, shock aside, Dennis quickly steadied himself. He lifted his gaze skyward."It's not over yet. The real danger's only just starting."Dennis murmured to himself, his voice shaking. "Those two Level 6s were nothing more than the Pale Lord's servants..."Inside the motorhome, Jake had clearly already come to the same conclusion. There was no celebration of victory."Warm-up's over."Jake took a slow breath. "Now comes the real boss fight."According to the intel Dennis had passed along through Raina, the pale figure hovering above was Level 7 — the so-called Pale Lord — and apparently royal blood among the Pale Kin, no less."Level 7..."Jake's eyes narrowed slightly.At a stage where even Level 5 zombies could dominate a whole territory, what did Level 7 even mean? If Level 6 was a difference in k







