Through the gaps in the iron cage, Memphis could see a decaying, blackened figure with a body swollen with cracked muscles, brimming with explosive strength. This creature had its limbs severed and was bound tightly by a substance made from tire glue. Fresh blood and foul-smelling marrow occasionally seeped from its wounds, leaving only its mangled torso and a head as large as a 20-liter water jug somewhat intact."Ding! Strength-Type P2 level 25..." A mechanical voice quickly echoed inMemphis's mind, informing him about the creature.This monster was once a Manipulation Type M2, level 24, which Memphis had crippled with grenades, cutting it in half. Now, it was imprisoned here, its Gravity Manipulation ability harnessed for humanity's benefit.Around the P2 level 25 creature, a constant gravitational field of 6G hovered. The farther one moved from its body, the weaker the gravitational field became, perfectly creating a training zone for superhumans, ranging from the weak to the st

However, its body was still covered in numerous droplets of blue water scattered all over, which acted like magnets, constantly emitting an attractive force toward the water sphere behind, ensuring it could precisely follow its target. Starla unleashed four more water spheres in quick succession, all of which furiously chased after the F2 level 25. The sound of splashing water echoed like waves crashing on a sweltering summer day. No matter how far the opponent ran, the water spheres kept closing in, even surrounding it from all directions. There was no escape, neither up nor down; it couldn’t shake them off. The reconnaissance-based skill of the Water Manipulation Master class: "Water Flows to Low Places!"Last Updated : 2024-09-27

Starla frowned deeply, looking in that direction. A level 23 mutant dog was already terrifying, but what was even more unsettling was the attitude of the soldiers from Hope Town around them.They didn't display any sense of panic or fear, as if they were accustomed to the dog "chasing" people...No, it was more accurate to say that the mutant dog was raised by Hope Town, and what had just happened was merely playful banter. A level 23 mutant dog's speed was definitely not that sluggish, and it certainly wouldn't display such a carefree, excited demeanor.How could this be? Mutant animals living alongside humans. It was truly hard to believe, at least for Starla, who thought it was nearly impossible, yet it was happening right before her eyes.Recovering from the shock, they reached the entrance of Hope Town's base.Two BTR-60 armored vehicles and four BTR-152s were moving slowly, seemingly practicing some tactical maneuvers. A BMP-1 with a powerful 73mm 2a28 turret stood quietly besid

Memphis took a sip of his tea, answering casually: “That’s true, but you might not know, we used almost all the ammunition there to wipe out the zombie horde in the center of Renaissance County. There’s not much left now, only about 20,000 rounds, which have already been distributed among the team leaders under my command. I don’t have full authority over them.”Hearing this, Richard finally exhaled. As expected, the other side wasn’t completely rigid and left room for negotiation. Clearing his throat, he continued: “It’s commendable that you’ve safeguarded national assets. Though there’s no official reward, we recognize your efforts. How can we facilitate the government’s retrieval of these weapons?”Of course, this roundabout phrasing was typical of government officials, designed not to provoke offense. However, the bandits of Hope Town weren’t fond of such roundabout language. Hearing talk of an exchange, Wylie immediately blurted out: “Exchange each professional soldier for 500 bu

Yes, this is the perfect environment to encourage rebellion, so why hesitate? Why not seize the chance to rise, to become a towering tree, a slippery fish, a fierce tiger, or an eagle soaring in the skies?Rebellion is an instinct of the weak, even if it starts as a mere thought. Once conditions are favorable, the seed of resistance will undoubtedly sprout, transforming thought into action—an unstoppable force.At this moment, even Richard felt a tinge of envy toward Memphis. He, too, wanted to rebel against his current circumstances, against the lack of real authority, the pressure from competitors and superiors, and the harsh quotas of this mission...To rebel against this harsh apocalypse.However, he had too many constraints, preventing him from enjoying the freedom Memphis had. Behind him were his family, his wife, and children—both his motivation and his chains, holding him back.He exhaled deeply, then smiled and said:"Leader Jackman, thank you for clarifying things. I assure