All Chapters of DOOMSDAY LEDGER: Chapter 61
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Chapter 61: The Decision
The atmosphere in the 8th-floor corridor of the Grand Menteng Hotel that morning was more chilling than a morgue. The sun had just risen, casting pale orange rays through shattered windows, illuminating the makeshift "courtroom" held in front of the Presidential Suite doors. There was no judge, no public prosecutor, and certainly no defense attorney. There was only Elian, sitting on a red velvet chair with his legs crossed, looking down—both literally and metaphorically. In front of him, kneeling on the musty carpet, were Darius and his three loyal Enforcers. Their hands were tied behind their backs with twisted laptop charger cables. Darius’s face, usually slick and full of confidence, was now bruised, swollen, and covered in dried blood. His expensive t-shirt was torn in several places, making him look like a bankrupt businessman who had just been beaten by a mob. Behind them, Budi and five other volunteers
Chapter 62: Golden Light
Agus or Goliath. Or whatever the name was for that pile of living flesh in the corner of the room. The creature wasn't sleeping. He sat curled up, knees touching his chin, hugging his own legs like a terrified child. But this "child" weighed half a ton and had skin as thick as a truck tire. The metal plate crudely implanted in his forehead reflected red light, giving the illusion that his brain was on fire. "Gus..." Elian called softly. Agus looked up. His growl was low, vibrating the concrete floor. "Manager..." his voice was hoarse, like two river stones being rubbed together. "Agus must catch... Manager... Agus wants to go home." Elian swallowed hard. He could see the suffering in the creature's eyes. The small eye—his human eye—was watery. Meanwhile, the large eye resulting from mutation moved wildly and uncontrollably. Damn, this Agus guy sti
Chapter 63: Good Morning, Boss.
The tension in front of the Panic Room’s steel door had lasted for three hours. Three hours that felt like three centuries to Rico. Vara was still standing there, frozen like a guardian of the gates of hell, arms crossed over her chest, eyes half-closed, but everyone knew—one wrong move and that Cosmo Rapier would fly toward the neck of anyone daring to touch the door handle. "Var, I swear," Rico sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor, biting his nails out of anxiety. "Your logic is flawed. Elian said 'don't come in unless I scream.' The problem is, if he suddenly dies of a heart attack or gets crushed by Agus, how can he scream? A corpse can't ask for help, Maemunah!" Vara opened one eye, staring sharply at Rico. "My name is Vara. And your Boss isn't someone who dies easily. He’s a post-apocalyptic cockroach. He definitely has a plan." "What kind of plan takes three hours in a soun
Chapter 64: Public Surprise
The atmosphere in the Floor 8 Presidential Suite of the Grand Menteng Hotel that afternoon looked more like a chaotic backstage area of a fashion show than a headquarters for humanity's defense at the end of the world. The main problem was just one thing: Agus. The former Frankenstein-like monster, nearly two and a half meters tall, stood stiffly in the middle of the room like a statue of a revolutionary hero, while Mr. Hendra and Lina were busy circling him with measuring tapes and sewing pins. Agus was still wearing his maroon curtains, which, to be honest, were starting to look indecent because every time he moved, the slit in the curtains opened to reveal thighs as thick as coconut tree trunks. "Hold your breath, Gus," Mr. Hendra commanded, his forehead wrinkling as he tried to wrap the measuring tape around Agus's broad chest. "Good grief... the tape isn't long enough. Lina, tape another one to it!"
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Chapter 65: The Counterattack
The Jakarta sky was no longer cloudy. It was bruised. A painful, deep purple color hung over the Grand Menteng Hotel, swirling slowly like an oil slick on dirty water. There was no sun, no white clouds. There was only a cosmic void emitting an aura of pure hostility. The purple light made everyone's skin look sickly and pale, as if their blood had stopped flowing. In the Floor 8 corridor, a deathly silence replaced the laughter heard just minutes ago. The little child who had praised Agus's hat now buried his face in his mother's side, crying silently. Elian stood in front of the large broken window in the Presidential Suite, his hands gripping the aluminum frame until it bent. His eyes, which now had Tier 4 silver rings, scanned the streets below at high speed. The Cosmo-Ledger System in his head screamed in panic, spitting out data that made his stomach churn. [WARNING: TARGET LOCK DETECTED]
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Chapter 66: The Collapse
KRAAAKKK... THOOM! The sound didn't come from the sky. It was the sound of the Grand Menteng Hotel's backbone snapping. Elian had heard the sound of human bones breaking—a crisp crack that made one wince. But the sound of a meter-thick reinforced concrete beam snapping? It sounded like the scream of a dying whale: deep, heavy, and gut-wrenching. "HOLD ON!" Elian shouted, his voice nearly drowned out by the roar of the debris. Floor 8 was no longer level. Within seconds, the floor tilted sharply toward the west. Gravity, which had always been a constant, suddenly became a deadly enemy. The luxury corridor carpet turned into a slide of death. "WAAAAAA!" A mass scream erupted. Survivors who didn't have time to grab onto anything slid down, hitting walls, then rolling toward the shattered windows. "Rico! Catch Budi!
Chapter 67: Emergency Evacuation
The world turned white. White from cement dust, lime, and destruction. Elian coughed, his lungs feeling like they were filled with sandpaper. He tried to open his eyes, but the stinging was unbearable. The roar of the collapsing Grand Menteng Hotel behind them had stopped, replaced by a more terrifying sound: the creaking of unstable structures and the panicked screams of people. "Roll call! Sound off!" Elian yelled, his voice hoarse. "Rico here! Still handsome!" Rico called out from two meters away, his voice muffled by a dust mask (a t-shirt pulled over his nose). "Vara alive!" "Mr. Hendra and Lina safe!" "Agus... reporting... position..." The heavy voice sounded strained. Elian waved his hand, creating a small static breeze to clear the dust from his face. His vision began to clear. And what he saw made his blood run cold. 
Chapter 68: Farewell Jakarta
Fifty meters.In elementary school gym class, a healthy child could cover fifty meters in less than ten seconds. But on Menteng Main Road, now transformed into an alien war zone, fifty meters was the distance between life and death, stretching on forever."FORWARD! DON'T STOP!" Elian yelled, his voice hoarse over the roar of the wind and the screams of monsters.The asphalt beneath their feet trembled. Not from an earthquake, but from the thousands of footsteps of the Hollows chasing from behind. The dust from the Grand Menteng Hotel ruins still billowed thickly, creating a suffocating gray fog. And from within that fog, terrifying shadows emerged.SCREEEECH!A Night Shrieker—a mutant bat the size of a scooter—swooped down from the purple sky. Its sharp claws targeted the head of a small child carried by his mother in the middle of the line."LINA!" Elian yelled."GOT IT!"Lina stopped running for a second, turned around, and aimed her crossbow at the sky without hesitation.THWACK!T
Chapter 69: Highway To Hell
"WELCOME TO THE JAGORAWI TOLL! PLEASE DO NOT STICK YOUR LIMBS OUT UNLESS YOU WANT A FORCED AMPUTATION!" Rico's shout echoed inside the cabin of the yellow school bus, which was now hurtling at 60 kilometers per hour, slicing through wind and dust at the pulverized Cililitan toll gate. The bus—let's just call it the Cosmo Express—was no longer a vehicle for transporting kindergarteners. It was a walking fortress. Its diesel engine roared hoarsely like an angry beast, and every jolt from the tires crushing debris was felt right in the tailbones of every passenger. "Pak Hendra! Watch out for the sedan ahead!" screamed Vara, who sat in the front passenger seat (the conductor's seat), her eyes bulging as she stared at the wreckage of a Toyota Vios blocking the slow lane. "Relax, Vara! That's just a cracker tin!" Pak Hendra replied from behind the wheel. Instead of hitting
Chapter 70: Agus Frankenstein Skill
The afternoon sun, obscured by a purple haze, shone down on the Jagorawi Toll Road, which had transformed into a gladiatorial arena. In the middle of a sea of car wrecks and thousands of hungry, howling zombies, one figure stood tall, challenging the impossible. Agus. Former security guard, former monster, and now the Main Guardian of Elian's group. He stood on the hot asphalt, his bare feet (since there were no size XXXXXL shoes) gripping the road. He took a deep breath, filling his massive lungs with air smelling of gasoline and death. Behind him, the Cosmo Express school bus roared nervously. In front of him, a five-meter-high wall of containers blocked the path. And all around him, hundreds of Runners and Crawlers began to realize that a jumbo-sized piece of fresh meat had just stepped off the bus. "Meat..." hissed a Runner, its eyes glowing red, saliva dripping. Agus turned