All Chapters of God Of War System : Apocalypse King: Chapter 101
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CHAPTER 100: BLOOD AND TERROR
"You are a pest." Those words fell from Satria’s lips like a verdict from the universe. No high pitch, no explosive anger. Only absolute emptiness far more terrifying than the roar of thousands of zombies. Satria released his grip on Andy’s neck. The thin, deformed body crashed onto the wet grass. Andy coughed violently, scooping as much oxygen as possible into his burning lungs. The mad smile and mocking laugh that adorned his face a second ago now evaporated completely. As his watery eyes looked straight into Satria’s dark golden eyes, reality hit Andy’s sanity. He had awakened the darkest side of the War God. "Sat... Satria..." Andy crawled backward, dragging his body over the ground, trying to get away. Pure panic made his voice shake violently. "I... I just wanted to teach you a lesson... Don't, Sat... we..." Satria stepped forwar
CHAPTER 101: THE QUEEN'S SANITY SHATTERS
"The Blood Law has been upheld," Satria said, locking his gaze on Luis who was still deathly pale. "Anyone who disagrees, the gate is wide open." Deadly silence ruled the night of CitraLand. The air smelled of metallic blood and Andy’s entrails spilled on the grass. Satria stood tall, letting his threat seep into the marrow of every human there. Satria then turned his face away from Luis. His cold golden eyes glanced at Alexander standing at the edge of the crowd. Just a brief glance, but the former Anarchy King smiled thinly. Alexander understood the wordless language very well, which meant: "Take control of this crowd." "Bima, Rizal," Satria called without turning. His voice was hoarse and heavy. "Clean up this trash. Throw this rotten corpse far away from our home. I don't want to smell it tomorrow morning." Bima swallowed hard, looking at Andy’s decapitated body missing its genitals.
CHAPTER 102: PRISON OF THE MIND
That morning, the sun rose shining on CitraLand, but its warmth failed to chase away the chill creeping in after that hellish night. The atmosphere of the luxury housing complex was now no different from a military camp under martial law. The remnants of the Anarchy King army, now wearing black armbands as a sign of loyalty to General Alexander, patrolled with iron discipline. They slung AK-47s across their chests, walking down the paved streets with fierce faces and eyes sweeping every corner. No traces of last night's euphoria remained. Drunkenness had been replaced by paranoid vigilance. On the perimeter walls, Bima and Rizal’s team stood guard with full focus. Machine gun muzzles pointed outward, monitoring zombie movements in the distance. This division of labor created a clear line: Rizal’s team guarded against threats from outside, while Alexander’s troops ensured there were no more 'thorns in the flesh' inside.
CHAPTER 103: THE NECROMANCER'S MIND OPERATION
The hallway outside the master bedroom went dead silent. The air seemed to freeze at the insane offer that had just slipped from Alexander's lips. Erasing memories. An act that violated the most absolute boundary of a human being’s privacy. Tri, standing in the doorway, widened her eyes, her face paling in horror. Inside, Abigail hugged Cindy tighter, staring at Alexander as if the man were the Grim Reaper himself. "Don't be crazy!" Tri hissed, spreading her arms to block the door. "You want to scramble her brain?! You're a Necromancer, you control corpses, you're not a neurosurgeon!" Satria didn't answer immediately. The War God stood frozen like a statue, his jaw clenching until it ground together. Inside his head, his tactical brain was spinning a million times faster than a supercomputer, calculating every worst-case scenario. This was his weakest point. If he let Alexa
CHAPTER 104: THE FINAL CRACK
"Huh... why are you all in my room? Why the tense face, Honey? Aren't we having a celebration party downstairs?" The innocent question slipping from Cindy’s lips hung in the air of a room stifling with sweat and tension. But to Satria, that voice sounded like a choir of angels descending with absolution. There was no look of terror. No hysterical screaming rejecting his presence. The system within Satria’s mental vision blinked gently; the blood-red warning faded, replaced by a soothing blue as the pure, warm current of Yin energy flowed once again through their soul bond. Satria let out a long breath he had been holding in his chest. The sturdy legs of the War God finally gave way. He collapsed onto the edge of the bed and immediately pulled Cindy into a tight embrace, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Satria? Hey... what’s wrong?" Cindy stroked Satria’s back in con
CHAPTER 105: THE EXODUS
Dawn in CitraLand felt colder than usual. Thin mist still hung over the asphalt when the bustle of the exodus began to break the morning silence. Nearly forty percent of the initial population—those who couldn't bear living under Satria’s blood law and absolute pragmatism—had packed their belongings. In the courtyard of the main house, the emotional atmosphere couldn't be hidden. Cindy, whose memory of the hellish night had been wiped clean by Alexander, moved nimbly as if nothing had happened. Her face was bright again, though there was still a slight pallor from exhaustion. Together with Tri, Abigail, Sarah, and Jessica, Cindy helped Indri pack boxes of medical supplies and logistics into a backpack. "Take more of this antiseptic, Indri. The forests of Kalimantan must be full of mosquitoes and poisonous insects," Cindy said gently, putting in several bottles of alcohol and bandages. Indri looked at Ci
CHAPTER 106: SHADOW OF FUTURE WAR
The sea wind of the Madura Strait blew hard, carrying away the thick smoke from the ferry funnel which was now only visible as a black dot on the horizon. Satria still stood at the end of the dock. On his lips, the taste of Indri’s farewell kiss still lingered, and in his ears, the girl's last whisper continued to echo, disturbing his peace. A hand, soft but firm, slipped into Satria’s grip. Satria turned and found Cindy standing beside him. His Primary Queen stared at the horizon with a calm expression that was hard to read. "You and Indri... have a 'story' I don't know about, right?" Cindy asked quietly, her voice floating over the roar of the waves. Satria swallowed. He would never lie to Cindy. "Yes," he answered honestly, his voice heavy. "Forgive me, Cindy. I should have told you from the start. That night..." Cindy placed her index finger on Satria’s lips
CHAPTER 107: CONSOLIDATION OF POWER
The sun was at its peak when the roar of engines was heard approaching the main gate of CitraLand. In the watchtower, Bima stood with a heavy machine gun in his hands, sweat soaking his temples. The remnants of last night's euphoria had completely evaporated, replaced by high-level alertness after the departure of Luis’s group. Bima raised his binoculars. His eyes went wide. His heart seemed to stop beating for a few seconds. At the end of the cracked asphalt road, the convoy of three armored cars carrying Satria and his group was indeed visible returning. However, that wasn't what made Bima panic. Surrounding the cars, escorting on the left, right, and rear, a sea of pale humans walked with dragging steps. Hundreds of zombies moved in unnatural silence, following the pace of the vehicles without trying to attack. "RED ALERT! MUTANTS APPROACHING!" Bima shouted with all his might, his voice breaking the tension at t
CHAPTER 108: SEED OF THE WAR GOD
The hallway on the second floor of the main house usually radiated calm, but this morning, the air felt as thick as concrete. Satria, the War God who never flinched facing thousands of undead or cruel tyrants, now paced back and forth in front of the bedroom door restlessly. His heavy bare footsteps hit the wooden parquet floor, creating a monotonous rhythm reflecting the chaos inside his head. At the end of the hall, Alexander stood leaning casually against the wall. The Warlord was peeling a green apple with his small dagger, watching his boss's behavior with one eyebrow raised. "Stop pacing like a circus tiger who forgot feeding time, Satria," Alexander chided with his signature cynical tone. He bit a slice of apple and chewed it slowly. "You're going to break the wooden floor." Satria stopped, staring at Alexander sharply. "My two most important women are suddenly sick and vomiting at the same time. My instinct says
CHAPTER 109: CELEBRATION OF NEW LIFE
The pure golden light radiating from Satria's eyes slowly faded, leaving a magical silence within the master bedroom. The system's revelation—that the seeds inside Cindy and Tri were not monster mutations but a "Divine Lineage"—swept away all the fear and panic that had been strangling them moments ago. The tension evaporated, quickly replaced by a completely different atmosphere. Satria’s breathing grew heavy. The veins in his neck and arms, previously taut with stress, were now flooded with a new surge of adrenaline—the primal adrenaline of an Alpha predator who had just ensured the survival of his dynasty. The temperature in the room spiked. The air felt thicker, saturated with intoxicating masculine pheromones, triggering the basest instincts of every woman in the room. In the doorway, Alexander, who had been leaning calmly against the frame, instantly noticed the drastic shift in his King's a