All Chapters of Single Life Survival Level Up: Anti-Skinny Revenge: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

One Superior Fitness Mutant lunged, its massive claws, adorned with thick wires, aimed straight for Bima. Its speed was incredible, causing the floor of the Mutation Research Core to tremble. "Damn! They're so fast!" Lia shrieked, gripping her crowbar. Riska, beside her, activated the Master AI. "AI, focus the sonic wave at the Mutant! Distraction!" The Master AI blinked yellow, and then an inaudible sonic wave began to assault the Superior Fitness Mutant. VVVVZZZZZTTT! The mutant stumbled slightly, its head shaking, but it didn't stop completely. Its brawny muscles seemed immune to the frequency. "Damn! The ultrasonic isn't strong enough for them!" Riska growled. Kevin, standing arrogantly at the end of the hallway, let out a mocking laugh. "It’s useless, Riska! My mutants are already immun

The tension was suffocating. Chef Antonius, the Ancient Master Chef, had issued a challenge that defied the logic of the apocalypse: three trials, starting with the Heavenly Spice Flower, which had to be retrieved using only Indomie, without compromising its purity. And if Bima failed, his army would send in the zombie chefs! Lia gripped her crowbar tightly, her eyes scanning the BRC doors that Chef Antonius had just sealed. "An army of zombie chefs? I thought we were done with those weird zombies!" Lia whispered, her voice taut. Riska stood beside her, sighing as her Master AI hovered nearby, projecting a map. "Chef Antonius isn't playing around. He’s a true, extreme advocate for nutrition. He considers our Indomie to be 'flavor pollution,'" Riska explained, her expression grim. "And now, he’s going to send his troops to prove whose way is the 'purer' one."

Bima jerked his hand back, slamming the gas valve shut with one hard twist.Thick black smoke billowed from the pot, carrying a burnt scent that instantly stung their throats. "Bima, get away from there!" Riska shouted, roughly pulling the man’s arm. Lia coughed violently behind them, trying to wave the smoke away with her hand. "What is that smell? This isn't just regular burning, it’s toxic." Kevin stared at the bubbling black liquid in the pot, his eyes wide and his breath coming in fast, ragged gasps. "How did my instant noodles turn into something as hideous as sludge?" Bima clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, staring at the remnants of their failure inside the ceramic vessel, which was now cracking from the unnatural heat. "Core Prime is making a direct attack on our physical ingredients." Riska immediately typed a series of commands into

The blood in Bima's body felt as if it had stopped flowing, crystallizing into sharp shards of ice that pierced directly into his heart. He stared at Lia with wide eyes, his grip on her small shoulders tightening unconsciously until she winced in pain. "Lia... what did you just say?" Bima whispered, his voice jagged and vibrating against the low hum of the lab's analog machines. In the corner of the room, right by the CRT monitor emitting a dull green glow, Riska’s fingers froze over the iron keyboard. A heavy silence crawled over them, making the sound of Riska’s sudden, choked breath ring loudly in Bima’s ears. "Lia..." Riska turned slowly, her face usually calm and calculating, now pale as paper. Lia met that gaze with an agonizing look of guilt, her tears falling faster onto her cooling cheeks. "I know she is important to us, Bima," L

Bima gripped the edge of the metal table so hard his knuckles turned white, staring at the red lines of text with ragged, rapid breaths. "Tonight?" Bima hissed, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. "They really intend to cut off our life source at the roots." "If those original wheat seeds are destroyed, we will never be able to produce Indomie again," Riska replied, her fingers moving frantically across a keyboard that still sparked with leftover electricity. "Even if we have the existential seasoning formula, without the authentic wheat as the medium, it will all just be bland ash," Riska added, her tone thick with frustration. "But how can we get to the western continent in a matter of hours?" Lia asked, the color returning to her face only to be replaced by anxiety. "Our jet was destroyed by the agents in the upper lobby," she added, clutching the edge of Bima’s jacket.