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"Roar!"The Tier 3 White Spike abandoned the tiny vehicles scurrying below and, using all four limbs like a giant lizard, began scaling the vertical wall at breakneck speed, making straight for Raina's elevated position.Raina let out a breath and abandoned the shot.She had a good chance of hitting it—but no guarantee it would kill the Tier 3 White Spike. If the thing shrugged the hit off, she'd be the one who ended up dead.Without hesitation, she dropped down into her car and stomped the gas, racing toward the warehouse's exit.A sports car-based vehicle had a serious edge over anything else on the road when it came to acceleration speed. With a roar, the blue car surged ahead of everyone else toward the doorway.But just then, a massive bone spike came screaming through the air with a whistle, punching straight through the sports car's steel body with a sickening thunk—two full meters of bone driving deep into the vehicle's interior.Raina had already spotted it coming throu

Outside the abandoned aviation parts plant.Jake's motorhome let out a low, rumbling growl, the barrel of its 25mm chain cannon slowly rotating until it locked onto the heavy ambulance not far away, radiating a suffocating sense of pressure.The instant the cannon barrel settled on target, a faint click sounded from the ambulance's undercarriage.Gavin moved faster than a rabbit—he abandoned the driver's seat entirely, slipping out through an escape hatch in the floor and scrambling, thoroughly undignified, into the shadow of a nearby ruin.That motorhome had just crushed a Tier 3 White Spike. Next to it, his own vehicle was about as tough as a soda can."Dale! Open fire! Cover me!!"Hiding behind an iron support beam, Gavin screamed into the radio at his deputy, who still hadn't gotten out of his own vehicle.But there was only silence on the other end.A few seconds later, the window rolled down, and Dale, the dark-skinned man, poked half his head out, both hands raised high.

The pressure radiating off this male White Spike was on a completely different level from the female one just now.It stood there like a massive, mobile fortress.Especially the armor plating on the right side of its waist—the thickness alone was enough to make anyone despair."Boss... this one looks even nastier." In the passenger seat, Bella's voice trembled slightly as she stared at the Tier 3 male White Spike. "Boss... I'm not even sure our cannon can break through its armor."Jake's grip on the wheel tightened, though his eyes only grew sharper."Break through or not, we're doing it. It's probably here to avenge the female one."Just as Jake was about to shift into gear and meet the creature head-on—Crackle—The radio sitting on the dashboard suddenly came to life."Hey. You, in the motorhome."A cool, clear woman's voice came through."That male White Spike's weak point isn't on its waist. Its bone armor evolved too well—the old weak spot isn't weak anymore. Its secon

Over the time that followed, Jake asked a handful more questions. Raina had answers to some, but not all. Jake filed every scrap of information away carefully in his mind.In this unknown apocalypse, knowledge was its own kind of power.At one point, it occurred to him—could his own "Gold Mod reward at every level" also count as a Specialization? Something that fell under the Mysticism category?No, wait.The thought had barely surfaced before Jake was already shaking his head.His Gold Mod reward at every level was a cheat, plain and simple. That was exactly what the voice from some higher dimension had told him, back when he'd first received it.Besides, both Raina and Bella had told him that awakening a Specialization boosted a player's Mind—and his own Mind had been stuck at 5 this whole time, an ordinary person's baseline.Both Raina and Bella were Level 1 Specialization players, and their Mind stats sat at 25.So how exactly did someone awaken a Specialization in the firs

Jake's gaze sharpened slightly.Raina stood in the bathroom doorway, drying her damp, long hair with a towel.She hadn't gone for the loose athletic wear. Instead, she'd picked, out of the pile of loot, an outfit that suited her the most.A well-tailored black fitted blazer, layered over a white silk camisole underneath, paired with a black pencil skirt that hugged the round curve of her hips.Most striking of all, she'd somehow found a pair of intact black stockings.Her long, straight legs were wrapped in sheer black hosiery, giving off a gloss that was both restrained and seductive. She'd tucked the hem of the blazer into the skirt's waistband, tracing out that heart-stopping, narrow waist.She lifted her chin slightly, straightening her collar as she walked over in a pair of low-heeled shoes.Even inside the car, she carried that same elegant, capable poise of someone used to sitting at the top.It was a professional habit carved into her bones, and also her last remaining