All Chapters of God Of War System : Apocalypse King: Chapter 11
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CHAPTER 11: THE DEAD CITY OF BANYUWANGI
The first step onto Javanese soil felt like stepping on a disgusting, wet sponge."Don't look down. Keep moving," Satria commanded, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. He jumped from the hull of the boat, landing steadily on the bloated belly of a floating corpse.Cindy swallowed hard, fighting back the nausea burning in her throat. The stench here was a thousand times thicker than it had been in Bali. The smell of mass death. She followed Satria, leaping from body to body, trying not to think that her footing was a human face, chest, or back."I... I can't..." Abigail whimpered from behind. Her injured leg made it difficult to keep her balance. She nearly slipped on an arm slick with gangrene."Take my hand," Satria said without turning, extending his left hand behind him.Abigail snatched it like a drowning person grabbing a life raft. She let Satria pull her across the sea of corpses.Andy, walking at the very back, watched the scene with a darkening heart. His own girlfriend pre
CHAPTER 12: A GOD IN THE EYES OF THE SCOUT
The two-kilometer journey felt like traversing a frozen hell. The silence of Banyuwangi City was far more terrifying than the screams of the undead in Bali. Their every step echoed between the silent buildings; every gust of wind sounded like a whispered threat.Satria walked in front, a crowbar gripped tightly in his right hand. His posture was alert, his head constantly moving, scanning every window, alley, and rooftop. Behind him, Cindy and Abigail walked close together, while Andy maintained a distance of several steps at the very rear, his face steeped in the shadows of anger and shame.Every confident stride Satria took was a slap to Andy. Every time Abigail glanced at Satria’s back with a look of admiration, an invisible knife pierced Andy's pride. He hated this. He hated looking weak, being the one who needed protection, and what he hated most was that the gratitude he should have felt had instead turned to poison in his heart."Just wait," Andy thought, his eyes fixed on Satr
CHAPTER 13: TWENTY FLOORS TO HEAVEN OR HELL
The door to the emergency staircase creaked open with a deafening sound. Behind it, thick darkness greeted them, bringing with it the smell of dust, damp concrete, and something vaguely rotten. The air inside felt heavy and suffocating. "I'll be in front. Cindy, you're right behind me. Abigail in the middle, and Andy, you close the line at the back," Satria instructed. His voice was low and echoed in the narrow space. "Keep your distance, but don't get separated. Use the wall for support. Don't make a sound." No one argued. They entered the vertical black hole one by one. The door behind them closed with a final 'CLANG,' locking them away from the outside world and swallowing the remaining light. Now, the only illumination was a faint sliver of light filtering in from small windows on each stair landing. First floor. Second. Third. The only sounds were their muffled footsteps and their rapidly quicke
CHAPTER 14: THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM
The moniker hung in the windy afternoon air, feeling both absurd and heavy. "God of War." Cindy and Abigail stared at Rizal in confusion, then turned to Satria, as if trying to match the grand title with the figure of the quiet, dust-covered man in front of them. Andy felt the words like a slap across the face. Not just a hero, now Satria was being called a god. The sour taste in his throat intensified. Satria himself showed no reaction. His face remained expressionless, his sharp eyes locked on Rizal's gaze. His grip on the crowbar did not loosen. In this world, praise could be a deadly distraction. "Lower your weapons," Satria said, his voice cold and calm, breaking the tension. Rizal, the leader of the two survivors, hesitated for a moment. He glanced at his partner, Bima, who was still trembling with fear. However, the memory of the sight in his binoculars—the explosion, the efficient movem
CHAPTER 15: THE STRATEGIST'S STAGE
The clang of the final bell was still vibrating in the air when panic erupted on the rooftop."It's over! They know we're here! We're going to die!" cried Bima, his face ashen. He clutched his head, pacing like a trapped animal.Rizal was no better. His knees were weak, and he leaned against the water tower for support. "Every time that bell rings, they sweep an area clean. No one ever survives. No one."Abigail sobbed softly, the exhaustion and pain in her legs now consumed by pure terror. Cindy stood protectively in front of her, but her clenched jaw and fists betrayed her own fear.Amidst the despair, only two people remained silent. Andy, who was frozen not from fear, but from shock at how quickly the situation had devolved from hope to hell.And Satria.He stood at the edge of the roof, his back to them, his eyes still fixed on the orderly moving lines of the undead in the distance. He wasn't panicking. He wasn't afraid. He was analyzing."Silence," Satria commanded.That single
CHAPTER 16: ECHOES WITHIN THE FORTRESS
The world outside the lobby glass doors had turned into a churning sea of nightmares. Dozens, then hundreds of empty eyes and gaunt hands pressed, pushed, and beat against every inch of the building's surface. Their low growls merged into a constant drone that crept in through every crack, vibrating the very bones."It won't be enough!" Rizal shouted, his voice nearly drowned out by the sound of cracking glass and bodies slamming against the door. The vending machine they pushed felt like a sheet of cardboard against the pressure of thousands of pounds of undead flesh.Satria didn't answer. His sharp eyes scanned the dim lobby, his brain working faster than the panic. He saw it. The massive reception desk made of marble and steel, firmly bolted to the floor."That desk! We need a lever!" Satria exclaimed. He spotted a fallen metal directional signpost in the corner. "Rizal, hold this barricade with all your might! Give me ten seconds!"Without waiting for
CHAPTER 17: WHISPERS AMIDST THE SIEGE
The night on the rooftop felt like being at the bottom of a frozen, dark ocean. The cold wind blowing at that height pierced to the bone, forcing them to huddle close to the small, restless bonfire. The fire, made from broken table legs and wooden door panels, was the only point of light and warmth on their concrete island. Its orange glow danced wildly, painting long, terrifying shadows on the faces of the six stranded people. Twenty floors below them, hell was having a feast. The sound never stopped, not even for a second. The low drone of growls from thousands of throats merged into a single frequency that made the stomach churn. The sound crept up, seeping through the concrete, as if the building itself were groaning in pain. The drone was punctuated by a constant, tireless rhythm of 'THUD... THUD... THUD...' It was the sound of bodies throwing themselves against the steel and marble barricade, again, and again, and again. It was the background music of thei
CHAPTER 18: RAIN FROM THE ROOFTOP OF HELL
Satria’s scream was like a grenade blast in the silent night. Everyone who had been asleep instantly jolted awake, their hearts feeling like they were leaping into their throats. Rizal and Cindy immediately grabbed their makeshift weapons, while Abigail let out a stifled shriek, her eyes wide, frantically searching for the source of the danger.Andy and Bima froze at their guard post. They turned toward the direction Satria was pointing, and the sight turned their blood to ice. Seven pairs of red eyes stared back at them from across the concrete chasm, radiating pure hatred and savage hunger.“A-are they going to jump? No way! That’s too far!” Bima shrieked, his voice cracking with panic.“Not for them, it isn’t!” Satria shot back. His mind was already working a hundred steps ahead. “Cindy, Rizal, guard Abigail! Take her behind the water tower, don’t come out no matter what happens! Bima, grab all the spears,
CHAPTER 19: THE GOD'S FUEL
The adrenaline that had been pumping fiercely now receded, leaving a cold, awkward silence on the roof. The metallic stench of the Runners' black blood mixed with the aroma of the campfire smoke. Four monster corpses lay as silent monuments to the brief but brutal battle that had just occurred.Satria leaned against the water tower wall, every breath heavy. The system panel in front of his eyes flashed red, a warning he couldn't ignore.[STAMINA: 25/100][WARNING: Extreme fatigue. Combat effectiveness drastically reduced. Risk of fainting increased.]He knew he was at his limit. If even one more Runner appeared, he wouldn't be able to stop it. He closed his eyes, trying to regulate his ragged breathing.Cindy walked toward him, her steps hesitant. Her face was pale under the firelight, but her eyes radiated something different—no longer the admiration of a follower, but the deep concern of a lover. She saw Satria's slumped shoulders, the drops