Semua Bab Back from the Horde: Kiami Reborn: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The shrieks hit before I even saw them. A wall of sound, broken by guttural moans that clawed at my eardrums. My legs burned as I ran, lungs screaming for air, heart hammering like it wanted to tear itself free. Behind me, they came — a swarm, endless and crawling, a tide of rot and hunger that didn’t know mercy. I tripped over rubble, my palms scraping against cracked asphalt. Pain shot through me, but there was no time to care. My mind raced, dragging behind it memories I didn’t want, memories I couldn’t escape. I thought of them. All of them. The friends I saved who never called me back, the family I begged to trust me who had abandoned me, the people I shielded with my life who… left me to die. I thought of him — the one I truly loved, the one who waited for me while I ran after ghosts that didn’t matter. My chest tightened. If I had only stayed… if I had only chosen differently… The first one lunged. Its fingers were brittle bones wrapped in gray, rotting flesh, scratching ac

The void beneath me pulsed with quiet energy, almost breathing. I stepped forward cautiously, my bare feet brushing the strange, soft ground. It was endless — no walls, no sky, no ceiling — yet it didn’t feel empty. It felt alive. “Where… where do I even start?” I whispered, spinning in a slow circle. My mind raced, imagining the coming apocalypse, the hordes I knew were waiting just days away. “You start where all things start,” Echo said, materializing a little closer. Its form shimmered like liquid smoke. “Not with weapons, not with shields… but with understanding.” “Understanding?” I frowned. “I don’t have time for riddles. I have to survive!” A faint smile in the shape of its swirling mist. “Ah… impatience is the flame of growth. But even fire can burn the hand that strikes too quickly.” I grit my teeth. Fine. Riddles be damned. Survival first. I reached out instinctively, touching the soft, glowing ground beneath me. Immediately, shapes began to appear. Tables of floating

I sat on the soft glow of the Sanctuary floor, breathing heavily, still tasting the metallic tang of exertion in my mouth. My muscles burned in a good way — the kind of burn that told me I was alive, that I was changing.“You have grown stronger,” Echo said, drifting nearby, its mist curling and folding over itself like smoke caught in sunlight. “But strength alone will not save you.”I frowned. “Then what will? Speed? Reflexes? Weapons?”Echo’s form shimmered, and its voice lowered, curling around my thoughts. “Foresight. Understanding. The ability to see the path before it twists into death.”“Foresight?” I asked, incredulous. “You mean… precognition? I don’t have time for riddles, Echo. I need to survive!”“Ah,” it said, voice like a whispering wind, “but riddles are the shape of truth. The mind will bend to what it seeks, but not to what it is told. Watch.”The mist around it swirled, forming images in the Sanctuary. Scenes from my past life flickered before me — the faces of thos

I pushed myself further. Reflexes weren’t enough. I needed both physical and mental strength. I had to improve myself, my whole body needed work. had to anticipate attacks, strike accurately, and move silently.The System projected humanoid forms into the Sanctuary — not zombies, but fast-moving, unpredictable targets. I dodged, parried, and countered. With each hit, each miss, I adjusted my skill, my timing, my speed.[Reward: 100 Evolution Points]I was changing. My body remembered strength I hadn’t used in years. My body was changing. Some of the places where my body was tone, now, those places were sharper. Now my movements were faster, more deadly in precision.The Sanctuary pulsed with quiet energy as I stretched my arms, feeling the muscle memory from my past life awaken. Reflexes alone weren’t enough. I needed speed, precision, endurance… I needed to move like I had ten lives and still survive every second of them.A new notification flickered before me:[Task: Combat Simula

The Sanctuary was evolving—no longer a mere void or training ground, but a living, breathing world that pulsed in rhythm with my heartbeat. What had once been a cold, white expanse now shimmered with warmth and potential. The glowing floor beneath me shifted, taking on the texture of soft, fertile soil that seemed to hum faintly under my palms.I knelt, fingers digging gently into the earth. It was warm—alive. The scent that rose from it wasn’t just dirt but the promise of growth, the quiet whisper of rebirth. Around me, the air shimmered as translucent orbs floated down like fireflies, each one containing a seed no larger than a tear.“This…” I breathed, my voice small against the vastness of the space. “This could be more than survival.”The orbs responded to my voice, pulsing brighter. I reached out, hesitant at first, then steady. As my fingertip brushed one, a ripple of energy surged up my arm—tingling warmth that wrapped around my chest like sunlight.The seed dropped to the soi