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Chapter 486: Orders · Oct 07, 2026

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152 Chapter 152 152: Special Feature 2026-10-07
153 Chapter 153: Captured 2026-10-07
154 Chapter 154: Hiring 2026-10-07
155 Chapter 155: Abandoned 2026-10-07
156 Chapter 156: Hidden Feature -2 2026-10-07
157 Chapter 157: Meeting 2026-10-07
158 Chapter 158: Cookies 2026-10-07
159 Chapter 159: Periodic Misfortune? 2026-10-07
160 Chapter 160: Protection 2026-10-07
161 Chapter 161: Talia In Danger 2026-10-07
162 Chapter 162: Talia In Danger-2 2026-10-07
163 Chapter 163: Ivy’s Rescue 2026-10-07
164 Chapter 164: Patricia 2026-10-07
165 Chapter 165: Insecurity 2026-10-07
166 Chapter 166: Interview 2026-10-07
167 Chapter 167: Martha The Assistant 2026-10-07
168 Chapter 168: Admiration 2026-10-07
169 Chapter 169: Second Copy 2026-10-07
170 Chapter 170: Beauty That Breaks All Standards 2026-10-07
171 Chapter 171: Love? 2026-10-07
172 Chapter 172: Martha’s Solution 2026-10-07
173 Chapter 173: Sleep With Ivy? 2026-10-07
174 Chapter 174: Mutated Boar 2026-10-07
175 Chapter 175: Vlad 2026-10-07
176 Chapter 176: Warm Up 2026-10-07
177 Chapter 177: Oppressive Ivy 2026-10-07
178 Chapter 178: Immunity 2026-10-07
179 Chapter 179: Ivy’s Power 2026-10-07
180 Chapter 180: Jenna And Kyle 2026-10-07
181 Chapter 181: Wish To Awaken 2026-10-07
182 Chapter 182: Upgrade-2 2026-10-07
183 Chapter 183: Nightbane Family 2026-10-07
184 Chapter 184: Jade’s Guess 2026-10-07
185 Chapter 185: Strange World? 2026-10-07
186 Chapter 186: Silas’s Longing 2026-10-07
187 Chapter 187: Prophecy 2026-10-07
188 Chapter 188: Ivy’s Solution 2026-10-07
189 Chapter 189: Compensation 2026-10-07
190 Chapter 190: Modifications 2026-10-07
191 Chapter 191: Machines 2026-10-07
192 Chapter 192: Factories 2026-10-07
193 Chapter 193: Jacket 2026-10-07
194 Chapter 194: Outrage 2026-10-07
195 Chapter 195: Justice 2026-10-07
196 Chapter 196: Teach Me 2026-10-07
197 Chapter 197: Second Round? 2026-10-07
198 Chapter 198: True Silas 2026-10-07
199 Chapter 199: Haunting Past 2026-10-07
200 Chapter 200: Booklet 2026-10-07

Chapter 486: Chapter 486: Orders

Far away from her, in a land already reduced to ruins, stood an abandoned factory.

Rusted beams jutted out like broken bones, the air thick with the stench of decay and dried blood. Zombies filled the place... hundreds of them... standing in eerie silence.

At the center of it all, a throne had been fashioned from twisted metal and shattered machinery.

Upon it sat a zombie.

At first glance, it looked as though it were being worshipped.

Every other zombie surrounding the throne kept a respectful distance, their heads lowered, their bodies stiff with instinctive fear.

If one looked closely, one would realize this zombie was nothing like the others.

Its skin was almost translucent, pale to the point of whiteness, as if life itself had been drained long ago.

It looked disturbingly human. What truly set it apart, however, was its aura... terrifying, overwhelming, and so oppressive that even a level-four human would instinctively tremble before it.

Its eyes were closed.

It looked dead.

A dagger was embedded deep into its neck, the blade driven so far in that a vicious slash nearly severed its head from its body.

Only a thin strip of flesh and sinew kept it attached. Blood had long since dried, dark and crusted.

And yet, all the zombies stared at it in a daze, reverence mixed with terror.

Then... the zombie’s eyes snapped open.

A faint ripple passed through the air.

It looked around slowly, confusion clouding its gaze, and attempted to sit up.

The movement was clumsy, unfamiliar, as if the body didn’t fully belong to it yet.

Instantly, the surrounding zombies began to growl.

Low. Submissive. Afraid.

The zombie on the throne stiffened, instinct screaming at it to retreat. For a split second, it almost tried to back away.

Then it noticed the way the others were looking at it, not with hunger, but with worship.

Hands trembling, one zombie shuffled forward, holding out a half-rotted apple as an offering.

The throne-seated zombie froze.

”What... is going on?” it muttered.

The words were spoken in clear human language.

The other zombies exchanged confused glances, their limited intelligence unable to comprehend speech.

At that moment, the throne zombie narrowed its eyes sharply.

A flash of realization surged through its mind.

”Was I... reincarnated?”

It slowly stood up.

The instant it did, an agonizing pain tore through its neck.

A guttural growl escaped its throat as its hand flew up, fingers brushing the wound.

The pain was deep, unnatural, as if its body remembered death far too vividly.

The surrounding zombies dropped to their knees.

Their bodies trembled violently.

These were no ordinary zombies. They were evolved and aware enough to fear and to submit.

The fear they felt was the same instinct a subordinate felt toward a supreme ruler.

The main zombie ignored them.

It turned toward a cracked glass panel leaning against the wall.

Dust coated the surface, but its reflection was still visible. As soon as it saw itself, a shriek nearly tore from its throat.

A Zombie King.

That was what stared back.

”No... impossible,” it whispered.

Then its voice changed, sharp and venomous. ”How could I, a woman, end up in a man’s body?”

Hatred flooded its eyes.

”This is all because of Ivy.”

Her fists clenched tightly. ”If that woman didn’t exist... if she hadn’t used her family to kill me...”

Rage consumed her.

”I will annihilate her.”

She turned sharply toward the kneeling zombies. ”Go. Attack the SiIvy Base. Tear apart as many humans as you can.”

The zombies hesitated.

One of the more intelligent, yet still painfully slow, zombies lifted its head and tilted it awkwardly.

”If... if we go near that aura... we die.”

The Zombie King laughed coldly.

”What aura?” Isla sneered, her voice dripping with contempt.

”That’s nothing but fake technology. You’re all too stupid to even investigate it.”

She narrowed her eyes. ”Did you even test it? Did you send a single zombie?”

The smarter zombie lowered its head. ”It’s... an untested theory. If you don’t believe it... you can try yourself.”

Isla went silent.

She remembered it now, the SiIvy Base.

While the world burned under extreme heat and endless zombie waves, that place had thrived. Hidden. Untouched. As if shielded by something unseen.

Some civilians had speculated that it was protected by a mysterious power. Others believed it weakened anyone who approached.

Isla had dismissed all of it as nonsense.

Until now.

With a cold snort, she decided to confirm it herself.

She moved toward the SiIvy Base.

As she crossed the seven-hundred-and-fifty-meter mark, her body betrayed her.

Her hands began to tremble violently.

Her legs weakened. Muscles twisted at unnatural angles, joints screaming as if an invisible force was crushing her from all sides.

It felt like something vast and merciless was warning her.

’Do not come closer.’

Her body refused to obey.

If she advanced even one more step, she knew, she would die.

Isla clenched her teeth, fury and despair colliding in her chest. ’Is this my fate?’ she thought bitterly.

’Even after dying... even after reincarnating as a Zombie King... I still can’t take revenge on a mere human?’

Her eyes darkened.

”No,” she whispered. ”I will take my revenge.”

Even if she had to plan every single step.

She turned back and returned to the factory, her expression carved from cold determination. Facing the kneeling zombies, she spoke with absolute authority.

”From now on,” she ordered, ”every target you hunt... will be from the SiIvy Base.”

They would make sure that the moment anyone left the SiIvy base, they would attack those people without mercy.

Hearing those words, the other zombies slowly turned their hollow gazes toward Isla, confusion flickering in their clouded eyes.

They could hardly understand what she meant.

From their perspective, Isla’s goal sounded like nothing more than offal rubbish, meaningless garbage wrapped in dull gold.

Still, as long as they could grasp the order itself, they would follow it. That was enough for them.

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