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The sky above Surabaya was still a dull gray when the small convoy moved out of Porong Prison the next morning. There were no cheers of victory, only the hoarse roar of old engines and the awkward silence of wounded survivors. Behind them, the prison looked like a giant scorched skeleton, a silent monument to a war they had won at a terrible price. At the front of the convoy, about fifty meters ahead, a man walked alone. Alexander. He wasn't tied. He wasn't escorted. He simply walked with a steady limp, wearing a clean black combat uniform loot from the armory. On his back hung a backpack with basic supplies, and at his waist, a machete was tucked in. Satria, with crazy trust or perhaps absolute arrogance, had given him only one order before they left: "Find the rest of your dogs. Bring them back to me, or don't come back at all." After walking for nearly two hours, Alexander stopped at a ruined high

Last Updated : 2026-03-12

CHAPTER 91: THE GENERAL'S RETURN

The sun began to dip west when Alexander finally rose from his knees. His tears had dried, leaving dirty tracks on his dust-covered, wounded face. The silence left by Elena and Sofia’s departure felt more deafening than the roar of a thousand zombies. His heart felt hollow, as if a massive anchor that had held him at the bottom of a dark ocean had been forcibly severed. He was free, yet he was adrift without purpose. Around him, thirty men from the remnants of the Anarchy King faction were still kneeling, heads bowed in newfound obedience. They didn't see a broken leader. They saw a King who had just performed a miracle, a sorcerer who could speak to the dead and subdue a wild horde. Alexander took a long, shuddering breath, filling his lungs with the city's putrid air. He wiped the remaining tears from his face with the back of his dirty hand. His gaze, previously filled with grief, slowly turned cold and focused.

Last Updated : 2026-03-13

CHAPTER 92: A CONVERSATION OF TWO KINGS

The night in CitraLand felt vastly different from the nights at Porong Prison. The air here was cleaner; there was no permanent scent of blood clinging to the walls. A gentle night breeze blew, carrying the smell of wet earth and wildflowers growing in unkempt gardens. On the balcony of a two-story luxury house that now served as the temporary command center, two figures sat opposite each other, separated by a small glass table. On the table, two cups of black coffee steamed—a rare luxury Bima had managed to loot from a boutique cafe within the complex. Satria sat relaxed in a rattan chair, wearing a t-shirt and shorts. He stared at the expanse of blinking emergency lights below, marking the safe perimeter they had built over the last week. Across from him, Alexander sat with a straight back, though his right shoulder was wrapped in thick bandages. The mutant dog bite was deep, but his super-regeneration ability wa

Last Updated : 2026-03-14

CHAPTER 93: UNREST UNDER THE KING'S SHADOW

While Satria and Alexander forged their alliance under the moonlight, in a darker, humbler corner of CitraLand, the embers of discontent began to flair into fire. In a spacious garage in one of the smaller cluster houses, about thirty people gathered. They weren't part of the newly joined Anarchy King troops, nor were they part of Satria’s inner circle. They were the early survivors—ordinary civilians, families rescued from Porong Prison, people who followed Luis because of shared values and beliefs. The atmosphere inside the garage was tense. Illumination came only from a few emergency oil lamps placed on stacks of used tires, casting long, frightening shadows on anxious faces. In the center of the room, Luis stood with arms folded across his chest. His wrinkled face looked ten years older than it had a week ago. Beside him, Indri sat on a wooden crate, cleaning the barrel of her pistol with a blank stare.

Last Updated : 2026-03-15

CHAPTER 94: A MIDNIGHT FAREWELL

The heavy teak door wasn't locked. Indri pushed it hesitantly, and it opened soundlessly. Inside, silence welcomed her. The guards seemed to be patrolling outside, and the other women were likely already in their respective rooms. With a heart that felt like it would leap out of her chest, Indri climbed the winding marble stairs. Every step felt heavy, as if her legs were made of lead. At the top of the stairs, there was only one door with light still coming from beneath it. Satria’s room door. She stopped in front of the door, her cold, sweating hand raised to knock, then lowered again. What was she doing? This was crazy. This was a sin. This went against all the principles Luis and her family taught her. But then, the image of Satria’s face when saving her from the spider mutant flashed in her mind. The image of his sturdy back holding off thousands of zombies alone. The image of his tired yet powerful eyes

Last Updated : 2026-03-16

CHAPTER 95: THE FORGOTTEN ANDY

The bright morning sun shone on the luxury houses of CitraLand, bringing warmth after the emotional farewell night between Satria and Indri. However, that warmth couldn't penetrate the thick concrete floor leading to the basement of one of the houses, now functioning as an isolation cell. Inside the dark, stuffy room smelling of urine, Andy curled up in the corner. He was no longer the cheerful college student of the past. He wasn't even the cowardly soldier in black uniform anymore. Andy was now just a lump of deformed flesh leeching life from bone parasites. Both his knees and wrists, which Satria had crushed, had fused back together thanks to the remnants of Alexander’s Bone Armor forcibly knitting his bones. But the healing was a curse. His legs were now stiff and bent at unnatural angles. Every time he moved, a soft crack sounded from within his skin, followed by a pain that pierced straight to his skull.

Last Updated : 2026-03-17

CHAPTER 96: CELEBRATION NIGHT AND BAD OMENS

The thump of 90s rock music played from generator-powered large speakers broke the silence of the night in CitraLand. Thick, savory-smelling smoke rose into the air from hunted mutant deer meat grilling over iron drums. Tonight was a historic night. Exactly one full month since Satria’s group successfully occupied, cleared, and secured this luxury housing complex. Not a single casualty in the last thirty days. An almost impossible achievement in this apocalyptic era. Euphoria exploded in every corner of the main cluster park. The stiffness that had limited the old survivors from the Anarchy King remnants began to melt. Bottles of liquor looted from elite minimarkets were passed around. Those who once pointed guns at each other were now toasting, laughing, and singing off-key together under the bonfire light. At a round table on the edge of the park, the most absurd interaction of the night was taking place.

Last Updated : 2026-03-18

CHAPTER 97: THE HELLISH NIGHT

The world had never been fair. That was the only mantra spinning endlessly inside Andy’s head, echoing off the walls of a skull filled with madness. He dragged his deformed body through the pitch-black underground corridor. Every time he pulled his right leg forward, a sickening crack resonated. The friction of bones forcibly fused by the parasitic Bone Armor sent jolts of pain that turned his vision white for a split second. The stench of urine and filth clinging to his clothes stung his nose, but Andy was numb to it. He had become one with the filth. “Why?” Andy’s mind screamed.” Why does Satria get everything?!” Once, they were the same. Ordinary college students, eating at the same canteen, laughing at the same jokes. But when the sky turned red, the wheels of fate turned cruelly. Satria transformed into a War God, worshipped and feared, while Andy... he became nothing but a pile o

Last Updated : 2026-03-19

CHAPTER 98: THE INDELIBLE STAIN

On the second floor of the main house, the silence of the night felt so peaceful. The ceiling fan spun slowly, chasing away the heat from the bodies sleeping after the victory celebration. Satria slept with regular breathing, flanked by Tri and Abigail. However, Abigail’s sleep wasn't as deep as usual. Since the apocalypse snatched away her normal world, her ears had become very sensitive. A soft, repetitive knocking on the wooden bedroom door made her eyelids flutter open. Very carefully, so as not to wake Satria who needed rest, Abigail pushed aside the thick blanket. She grabbed one of Satria’s oversized shirts draped over a chair, put it on as a cover, and walked soundlessly toward the door. When she opened the door slightly, Abigail saw Sarah and Jessica standing in the dimly lit hallway. The faces of the two women looked anxious. In Sarah’s hands was a small tray containing a glass of water, a com

Last Updated : 2026-03-20

CHAPTER 99: THE DEVIL'S LAUGHTER

The night of victory celebration ended not with cheers, but with a suffocating silence. The explosion of the platoon tent destroyed by Satria’s landing had awakened almost every resident of CitraLand. One by one, people who were previously asleep from alcohol and exhaustion began to arrive at the backyard of the main house. They gathered with confused faces, holding makeshift weapons, thinking there was a mutant attack from outside the walls. However, the sight greeting them was far more horrifying than a horde of the walking dead. Under the glow of the emergency lamp toppled on the wet grass, Satria stood tall like a statue of the Grim Reaper. His right hand was raised high, gripping Andy’s neck and suspending the deformed man in the air. Beneath them, the creaking folding cot holding the remnants of torn pajamas stood as a silent witness to the barbarity that had just occurred. Hurried

Last Updated : 2026-03-21

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