Apocalypse: King of Zombies

Those humans were putting in serious work—just one barrage from the Crystal Core Firearms wiped out nearly eight hundred zombies.

Even a horde of ten thousand wouldn’t last long under that kind of firepower.

Triple Scar was getting hammered, scrambling for cover like rats, completely overwhelmed. He cursed under his breath—this wasn’t a meat delivery, it was a damn suicide mission!

Adrian, meanwhile, was tearing through the battlefield like a force of nature. Wherever his water dragon swept, zombies were obliterated in waves.

”Quick, lock in—where’s the Zombie King?” he barked.

”On it!” the Tracker Captain responded immediately.

Their objective was crystal clear: find Ethan. Adrian was even starting to suspect that Ethan had unleashed this zombie horde just to drain their energy reserves.

The longer this dragged on, the worse it would get for them. They needed to end it—fast.

The Tracker Captain focused, channeling his mental energy to sense the Hunter’s Mark. But within seconds, his expression twisted into a deep frown.

”Boss… he’s coming this way.”

”What?” Adrian’s face darkened. So the Zombie King was making his move again. This time, he couldn’t let what happened before—his teammates vanishing without a trace—happen again.

”Who’s he targeting now?”

”I think it’s…” The Tracker Captain’s voice faltered. A wave of raw terror surged through him—he could feel it. The Zombie King was heading straight for him.

Before he could even finish his sentence, a crushing pressure slammed into the area from afar. The ground cracked open beneath it, buildings on either side exploded into rubble, collapsing like they’d been hit by a natural disaster.

”So strong…” Adrian muttered, stunned.

Zombies and humans alike were caught in the shockwave. Bones cracked audibly, bodies crumpled like rag dolls under the weight of an invisible hand.

Ethan had unleashed the Domain of the Dead at full power, aiming to take out the Tracker Captain—the one who could pinpoint his location. He was the team’s eyes.

”Let’s blind them first…” Ethan’s figure flickered into view, the Domain of the Dead rolling in behind him like a tidal wave of death.

”Stop him—now!” Adrian shouted, panic in his voice. He immediately unleashed his strongest technique.

Wall of the Torrent!

A brilliant blue light surged from his body, thick and radiant. Water from the surrounding area rushed in, forming a massive, cascading wall—like a waterfall from the heavens. It rose high, blocking out half the sky, standing between them and the oncoming Domain of the Dead.

The next moment, the two forces collided.

BOOM.

The air trembled with the impact. Water elements boiled and shook violently, like they were about to explode. The entire battlefield was caught in the clash of titanic powers.

Adrian’s face went pale. His eyes widened in disbelief.

The Wall of the Torrent wasn’t going to hold.

The power gap was too big.

Based on his own S-rank strength, Adrian estimated the enemy had to be at least SS-rank—maybe even higher.

Then, through the shimmering wall of water, a flash of red light pierced through. A burning-hot Tachi sliced straight down the middle, cutting the Wall of the Torrent in half like it was paper.

CRACK!

The wall shattered like glass, exploding into a storm of water droplets. The Domain of the Dead surged forward, now unimpeded, turning the battlefield into a hurricane of wind and rain.

People threw up their arms to shield their faces. Some Awakeners summoned ice shields or earthen walls to block the onslaught.

It took a few moments for the chaos to settle.

When it finally did, most of the fighters were soaked to the bone, looking like they’d just walked through a monsoon.

”What happened?”

”Not sure…”

”Feels like the Zombie King’s power just… vanished.”

”…”

Everyone was murmuring, confused. The oppressive force of the Domain of the Dead had disappeared. Squinting through the mist and debris, they looked ahead.

And there, standing alone in the wreckage of the street, was a young man.

He wore a crisp white shirt, spotless despite the carnage. In his hand, he held a blood-dripping Tachi.

At his feet, a severed head rolled to a stop, caked in blood and dust.

The eyes were still wide open, frozen in a mask of terror.

It was the Tracker Captain.

”I want someone dead—do you really think you can stop me?” Ethan said coldly, flicking his wrist.

With a casual motion, he stored the corpse into his spatial storage ring.

”Hisss…”

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

Adrian’s eyes went wide, his breath caught in his throat. For the first time, he saw Ethan’s true face clearly.

And with that realization came a wave of pure, unfiltered terror, rising from deep inside him like a flood, threatening to drown him.

That white shirt, that eerie calm, the way he moved—it all clicked.

He matched one of the profiles from the Zombie King archives.

The SS-rank Zombie King from Los Angeles.

A spatial-type ability user.

Kills without a trace.

Adrian’s blood ran cold.

This was the monster they’d been chasing?

Why the hell had he ever thought it was a good idea to go after something like this?

The others were no better off. Fear was written all over their faces. No wonder Ethan had sliced through the S-rank Wall of the Torrent like it was nothing.

This wasn’t just some powerful zombie. This was a top-tier predator. A nightmare in human skin.

”Boss… what do we do now?” someone asked, voice trembling.

”Don’t panic. Stay calm—everyone stay calm!” Adrian barked, trying to hold the line. ”There’s a lot of us. He can’t kill us all that easily!”

He was bluffing, of course. But in moments like this, panic was death. If they could regroup, maybe—just maybe—they had a shot.

But then Ethan vanished again.

Just blinked out of existence.

Everyone’s hearts jumped into their throats. With the Tracker Captain dead, no one could sense Ethan’s position anymore.

The fear of the unknown was eating them alive.

”Where is he?!”

”I can’t sense anything!”

”Who’s next?! Who’s gonna die next?!”

”…”

Tension gripped the group like a vice. Every second felt like a lifetime. The dread of knowing death could come at any moment—it was unbearable.

Then, in a flash, Ethan reappeared.

His next target? Another member of Adrian’s elite guard.

This one was a speed-type Awakener. He sensed the danger and bolted, trying to escape.

Too late.

The Domain of the Dead locked him down instantly. Ethan’s Tachi flashed once—and his head was gone.

Just like that.

Killing an A+ rank Awakener was no harder for Ethan than snapping a twig.

The others finally reacted, unleashing a barrage of attacks—but Ethan didn’t even try to clash head-on. He slipped away, dodging everything with ease.

Their attacks hit nothing but air.

Now, of Adrian’s four personal guards, three were dead.

”Shit… I’m next! I’m fucking next!” the last one screamed, panic taking over. He looked like a man on the edge, ready to bolt in any direction.

Adrian stood frozen, hyper-alert, not daring to let his guard down for even a second.

He knew he was on Ethan’s hit list too.

Watching his men die one by one, like ghosts were dragging them into the grave, he could feel death breathing down his neck.

He had to think. Fast.

With the Tracker Captain gone, they’d lost their only real countermeasure. Some of the psychic-type Awakeners might be able to sense Ethan, but by the time they did, he’d already be standing right next to them.

Then it hit him.

A desperate idea.

They had a so-called ”ally” still in the city—the Black Hand Legion.

Samuel.

”Move! We’re going back to find Samuel—now!” Adrian shouted.

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