Apocalypse: King of Zombies

The Titan Bison King let out a savage roar, fury blazing in its eyes. It dropped to all fours and charged like a living storm, the wind howling around its massive frame. From a distance, it looked like a mountain had come to life and was barreling straight ahead.

But Ethan didn’t flinch.

In a blur, he vanished from his spot—so fast it was like he’d blinked out of existence—and reappeared behind the beast in the next instant.

The Titan Bison King froze mid-charge, its hulking body locked in place like someone had hit pause on reality. The deafening roar that had filled the air cut off abruptly.

Silence fell.

Between Ethan’s fingers, a crystal core shimmered—amber-brown, pulsing with energy.

Boom!

The Titan Bison King’s massive body collapsed with a thunderous crash, slamming into the earth like a toppled skyscraper.

Dead.

Ethan had ripped out its core in the split second they passed each other. The beast hadn’t even had time to feel fear.

The other mutant beast overlords instantly sensed the shift—the Titan Bison King’s presence had vanished. They turned toward the source, eyes wide, and saw the impossible.

”Titan Bison King… is dead?”

”What the hell just happened?”

”Did anyone see that?”

”No clue…”

”…”

Shock rippled through the ranks of the mutant beast overlords.

Bulldozer, eyes wide, stared at the white-clad figure standing ahead. Ethan’s back was straight, calm, unmoving—like a mountain that had always been there, unshakable and eternal.

”He’s a total badass…” Bulldozer’s heart swelled with awe. He hadn’t expected the boss to show up for him—let alone take down the Titan Bison King in an instant.

But Ethan wasn’t done.

His eyes flashed red, and in that moment, the Domain of the Dead exploded outward. A wave of crushing pressure surged across the battlefield, suffocating and absolute.

The force radiated from him like a living storm.

All the elite Xenobeasts—those with blood ties to the mutant beast overlords—were caught in the blast. Their bodies locked up, their souls trembling under the weight of Ethan’s power.

Beasts that had once been ferocious and wild now shook like baby chicks in a blizzard.

Then came the sound—bones cracking, snapping like twigs underfoot. One by one, the Xenobeasts’ skeletons shattered, their bodies bursting apart in gruesome explosions.

Trees, rocks, even the terrain itself began to disintegrate, crumbling into dust and scattering like ash in the wind.

Ethan, wielding the power of the Absolute Domain, was slaughtering them without mercy.

His gaze swept the battlefield, locking onto his next target: the Horned Panther King, who was locked in combat with Laura.

The beast was scorched black, smoke rising from its fur. It had just taken a direct hit from her palm cannon.

A creature of the wild, it had never encountered tech like this before—and it paid the price for its ignorance. During their claw-to-claw clash, Laura had suddenly opened her palm and fired a blast point-blank into its face.

The shot had landed clean.

Now the Horned Panther King looked like a mess—fur singed, face scorched, pride wounded.

”You sneaky zombie bitch… DIE!”

It snapped, going berserk. Its claws slashed through the air, leaving behind a blur of afterimages, each strike more vicious than the last.

Laura darted back, narrowly dodging the flurry of attacks.

The Horned Panther King was consumed by rage, desperate to tear her apart—when suddenly, it felt it.

A presence. A suffocating, overwhelming sense of doom.

It turned its head—and saw Ethan walking toward it, calm and unhurried, like death itself.

Behind him, Xenobeasts were still exploding into clouds of gore and dust, as if the entire world had bowed to his will.

”…What the hell…”

The Horned Panther King’s heart clenched with fear. Just how powerful did someone have to be to unleash that kind of terrifying pressure?

It didn’t hesitate—instinct kicked in. It turned to bolt, planning to use its top speed to escape as far as possible.

But in the blink of an eye, the air around it thickened—like it had plunged into glue. Every movement felt sluggish, its body growing heavier by the second. The Domain of the Dead had already swallowed it whole.

Even its breathing lagged behind.

Meanwhile, Ethan took a single step—and crossed hundreds of feet in an instant. The distance between them was vanishing fast.

Realizing it couldn’t outrun him, the Horned Panther King’s vertical pupils shrank to pinpricks. It roared, forcing its beastly body to resist the crushing pressure of the domain.

Energy surged through the long, spiraled horn on its forehead, coating it in a gleaming silver light.

This was the pride of the Horned Panther lineage—their ultimate weapon. Said to be unbreakable, nothing in the world could pierce it.

”Then let’s see if you can handle this!”

With no way out, the Horned Panther King went all in. It charged straight at Ethan like a living missile, its horn aimed to skewer him clean through.

”Seriously? He’s trying to headbutt me to death?” Ethan raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. He clenched his fist and swung his arm forward.

A surge of crimson energy coiled around his arm, and his punch flashed like a comet tearing through the sky.

BOOOOM!

The two forces collided—unstoppable force versus unbreakable object. The shockwave exploded outward, ripping through the battlefield like a hurricane.

The already-ruined terrain was hit with another wave of devastation.

The Horned Panther King’s horn didn’t break—but its skull did.

A gaping hole split open in its forehead, blood gushing out like a fountain. Its crystal core shot free from the wound, spinning through the air.

With a final, thunderous crash, the beast’s massive body slammed into the ground. Blood soaked through its fur, blooming like a crimson rose.

Another mutant beast overlord—dead.

Even with its monstrous physique, it couldn’t survive a single punch from Ethan.

Not far away, the Direwolf King was locked in combat with Bloodveil. But now, its mind was elsewhere—shaken to the core.

The Titan Bison King’s death had been too sudden. No one had seen what happened.

But this time… it had seen everything.

”That guy in the white shirt… the Zombie King… he’s that strong?!”

Panic surged through the Direwolf King. If the Titan Bison King had been somewhere between SS+ and SSS-tier—relying on brute strength to barely reach SSS-level in combat…

Then the Horned Panther King was a whole different story. A veteran overlord, one of the top-ranked beasts in all of Xenorift.

And yet… even he couldn’t take a single punch?

The Direwolf King’s worldview cracked.

But then, a horrifying realization hit it like a bolt of lightning.

Thump.

Its heart skipped a beat.

That white-shirted Zombie King… he wasn’t just any Voidborn Undying.

He was a Deathless Sovereign.

Even among the Voidborn Undying, there were levels. And those who transcended them—those few who stood at the very top—were worshipped by billions of undead.

A Deathless Sovereign.

An SSS+ level existence.

On the entire planet of Originis, beings like that were beyond rare—one in a billion.

”Why…?” the Direwolf King muttered, unable to make sense of it. According to what the Mountain God had told him, all the Deathless Sovereigns of Necroterra were supposed to be guarding the Heartland. They never left.

So why was this one here?

It had planned to stall for time, wait for the Mountain God to arrive and turn the tide.

But in just a few short moments, two mutant beast overlords had already fallen.

And the scariest part?

After killing the Horned Panther King, Ethan turned his gaze toward the Direwolf King.

Even from a distance, that look sent a chill down its spine.

From the moment Ethan had stepped in, everything had changed. He hadn’t even needed to try at first. But now? Every time he moved, someone died.

”What do I do…?”

Even the Direwolf King—one of the fiercest beasts in Xenorift—was rattled to its core.

But before it could think further, two blood-red chains came crashing down from above, slamming toward it like divine punishment.

”You come to fight me, and you still have the nerve to get distracted?” Bloodveil’s eyes gleamed with murderous light.

The Direwolf King snapped back to reality, twisting its body just in time to dodge. Its agile frame barely slipped past the chains, though a patch of fur was ripped clean off.

It landed, panting, and instinctively looked back toward Ethan.

But its face changed instantly—eyes wide, breath caught in its throat.

The white-clad figure was gone.

Vanished.

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