LOGINIt was the climactic moment of my game, but the enemy's flash bang blinded me. After I reopened my eyes, I found myself in the world of the post-apocalyptic underdog comeback story I'd ranted about to my friend the day before. No, I wasn't the protagonist with a cheat for a system. Instead, I was the cannon fodder who suffered the worst fate. He also had my name. I found myself locked outside the armored vehicle while a swarm of high-level zombies had surrounded me. 'Blast,' I thought. 'All this just because I flamed them? And I just made a pentakill after my 8-win streak!' I told myself to calm down and let my mind do its work, but then the laughter of this body's wife echoed from the walkie-talkie. "Stop covering for him, gunners! We're livestreaming to the whole camp. My husband's going to rip these Tier Six zombies to shreds!" Then, the woman's useless male best friend buzzed with excitement. "I'll have a permanent spot in the inner city if he distracts the horde and they rip him apart in the process, babe!" If this went the way of the original story, I'd beg for help only to get no answer and be ripped apart by the zombies. Fortunately, I wasn't the same coward this guy used to be. The woman kept egging me on. I sneered. I didn't spend years playing competitive games for nothing. And so, I grabbed a high-frequency concussion grenade that could get the attention of every single zombie in a 3-mile radius, smashed the ventilation valve of the armored vehicle, and hurled the grenade inside.
View MoreFaced with overwhelming evidence and the fury of over a hundred thousand survivors, the camp commander finally broke. Cornered, he yanked his pistol from his belt and tried to take me hostage. "Don't come any closer! I'm the highest-ranking commander in the safe zone!" "You're nothing." I didn't even bother drawing my blade. Tier Seven power surged through me as I lifted one hand and clenched it in the air. With a boom, the camp commander dropped where he stood as blood sprayed everywhere. Above us, ten heavy transport aircraft cargo bays opened at once.Hundreds of fully armed Central Command special forces soldiers descended, landing in tight formation with precise coordination. In moments, they disarmed the camp commander's loyalists and subdued every corrupt senior official. "The ringleader is dead! Everyone, stay where you are!" the special ops captain shouted, his voice echoing through the chaos and stopping everyone in the plaza. I turned to look down at Jasmine and
The moment Jasmine saw my face clearly, she let out a shriek so sharp and terrified it was as if she had seen a ghost. Her entire body convulsed violently. Her remaining eye bulged, as though it might burst from its socket. Flailing in panic, she tumbled out of her motorized wheelchair, hit the platform hard, and scrambled backward. "No… that's impossible!" Jasmine screamed as her veil slipped away, revealing the ruined half of her face. "You were supposed to be dead! How are you still alive? I saw the horde swallow you!" Wade looked just as shattered. He staggered back several steps, lost his balance, and crashed to the ground. Then, a foul, yellow stain spread rapidly down his pant leg. The camp commander turned deathly pale as his body quivered uncontrollably. Realizing disaster had arrived, he shouted in a stammering panic, "Guards! Guards! Arrest this traitor!" "I'd like to see any of you try." I ignored their terror and unleashed the full force of my Tier Seven abil
Three days later, the largest central plaza in the safe zone was packed to the brim. Black-and-white banners hung all over the square, each one shouting the same message in bold block letters: "Punish the traitor Jason Kane. Honor the hero Wade Carter." Dozens of micro-drones hovered overhead, broadcasting the event live from every angle across the entire zone. The atmosphere had been whipped into a fever pitch. Jasmine wore a dark veil over the damaged side of her face, hiding the grotesque scars beneath. Even through the thin fabric, the wound looked raw and inflamed. Seated in an incredibly luxurious motorized wheelchair, she gently wiped her eye with a handkerchief and tearfully spoke to the drone cameras. "Jason may have betrayed humanity and almost caused our demise, but he was still my husband once. I am now a disabled woman… but I will endure. I will use the resources he left behind to support the camp." That performance—so calculated, so painfully self-righteous—
Since the military possessed the best pre-apocalypse medical resources, and I recovered remarkably quickly, my injuries healed against all odds. Additionally, after nearly dying, my abilities advanced significantly. I had broken through to Tier Seven, powerful enough to face a Zombie King alone. My eyes flew open. The hatch slid apart, and standing outside was the military's highest commander in person: an old general with a golden star on his shoulder. "How are you feeling, Major General Kane?" he asked, gazing at me with genuine admiration and excitement. "Major General?" I echoed, caught off guard. "The original serum antibodies you brought back allowed the research division to achieve a breakthrough overnight. They're now moving ahead with large-scale vaccine production." The old general held my hand firmly, his voice quivering slightly. "This is a significant achievement for the world, son. The Military Commission made an exception and promoted you to major general
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