All Chapters of Sweet Apocalypse System: Chapter 11
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53 chapters
Chapter 11
Silence.Inside the warehouse, filled with concrete dust and the smell of the dead, the only sound was the heavy breathing of ten humans who had just escaped the jaws of hell. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the giant concrete beam that had fallen miraculously, becoming a heavenly crossbar separating them from the sea of zombies outside.Then, all eyes turned to one person.Ujang.The large man was still standing in the middle of the room, holding the stick broom with an innocent face that in no way reflected the miracle that had just occurred. He looked at the concrete beam, then at his new, dumbfounded companions."See?" Ujang said, his tone casual as if he had just correctly guessed the score of a soccer match. "Firasat urang teh sok bener." (My feeling is usually right.)Boby was the first to snap out of his shock. He walked over to the concrete beam, touching it. Cold. Solid. Real. He peeked through the small gap. Outside, hundreds of zombies were blocked, growling in frustration.
Chapter 12
The scent of toasted bread still hung warmly in the air, the most luxurious perfume in the middle of the apocalypse. After devouring the "blessed" bread—which tasted a thousand times better than a five-star chef's cooking—the atmosphere inside the warehouse became more relaxed. The other captives, who introduced themselves as a group of traveling merchants unlucky enough to be robbed, began to feel like part of the group.But for Boby, the bread was just an appetizer. His eyes were still wild, searching for the main course."Alright, team," Boby said, patting his now-full stomach. "Phase one: Full. Phase two: Heaven inspection."He walked down the aisles of steel racks, his flashlight illuminating stacks of cardboard boxes. His eyes scanned the labels like a scholar reading an ancient manuscript."Rice... good for the long haul. Instant noodles... classic. Canned sardines... decent source of omega 3." Boby commented like a food vlogger reviewing supermarket contents. "But this isn't w
Chapter 13
Chapter 13Irene entered the administration office with an annoyed look. "What are you two doing here? I heard something fall. You didn't break my jar of Nutella, did you, Bob?""Something better than Nutella," Boby replied, waving a blue document in his hand. "Look at this."Irene took the paper. She first glanced with disgust at the adult magazines scattered on the floor, then her gaze locked onto the blueprint in her hand. Her eyebrows shot up."This..." Irene traced the lines on the map with her finger. "This is the blueprint for the city's underground network. The old drainage system and the Dutch-era postal train tracks. I thought this was just a myth.""Not a myth, Ren. This is our VIP highway to the University," Boby said, grinning. "Someone, whoever they were, was smart enough to hide this in a place no sane person would ever think to check."Ujang, still busy tidying up the magazines, smirked. "Hehe, so that means I'm not sane, huh?""You're an anomaly, Jang. Outside the cat
Chapter 14
BRAAAAAKKK!The sound of metal slamming into flesh and bone exploded like a giant firecracker. The locally customized Mad Max-style Isuzu Elf box truck plowed through the main warehouse gate, which was already swarming with hundreds of zombies.The front bumper, layered with three sheets of scrap steel plate, acted as a snowplow, tossing the rotting bodies into the air. Black blood splattered across the windshield, which was reinforced with iron grating, making the view ahead blurry and horrifying.“GET LOST, YOU GHOUL!” Ujang yelled, slamming the steering wheel to the left to avoid a pile of car wrecks blocking the exit.The diesel engine roared, its racing exhaust spewing thick black smoke.*BRMMMMM! BRMMMMM!*“Ujang! Focus on the road! Stop yelling!” shouted Boby from the passenger seat. He gripped the door handle so tightly his knuckles turned white. Dogy, in his lap, barked toward the windshield, joining in the cursing of the zombies.“I can’t go slow, man! If I slow down even a
Chapter 15
Time seemed to freeze.For a moment, the modified Isuzu Elf truck was no longer just a piece of junk. It was a space shuttle defying gravity, hovering over the gaping black chasm of the Citarum River below. Moonlight reflected off the steel bumper, creating a dramatic silhouette—an iron monster flying through the night sky.Inside the cabin, Ujang let go of the steering wheel. His eyes were squeezed shut, his lips moving rapidly like a professional rapper.“Oh God, Almighty Lord… Ujang promises to pray diligently, Ujang promises not to steal Haji Asep’s mangoes again, Ujang promises not to flirt with the widow at the corner… Save Ujang, Lord! Ujang hasn’t married yet! Ujang is still a pure virgin!”Beside him, Boby was not praying. His eyes were wide open, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinheads. Adrenaline and residual glucose in his blood triggered his genius brain to work in overdrive mode.[System: Activating Emergency Skill: Instant Trajectory Calculation.][Cost: 150 Calori
Chapter 16
A small bonfire burned in the middle of the cracked ceramic floor of the minimarket, radiating warmth against the cold night air of Rest Area KM 97. They weren't burning fancy firewood, but rather broken plastic chairs and wooden shelves from old bread displays that Ujang had smashed with his bare hands.A savory aroma wafted from the dented pot perched over the flames. It was a sacred scent for every boarding house resident and wanderer: Chicken Curry Instant Noodles."See, Bro? What did I tell you?" Ujang chirped, stirring the noodles with a clean, peeled tree branch. "Blessings for a good kid always find their way. Finding five packets of noodles tucked away in that back storage room is a sign that God still cares about our stomachs."Boby sat cross-legged on a cardboard box, staring blankly into the fire. In his hand was a half-eaten *SilverQueen* chocolate bar. "God might care about your stomach, Jang. But I think He’s laughing at my fate.""Why do you say that, Bro?""Because I
Chapter 17
"DON'T MOVE! OR WE SHOOT!"The shout erupted from behind the bushes, high-pitched and slightly shaky, completely lacking the intimidating aura of a special forces unit.Six figures emerged from behind the pine trees, surrounding them. Their appearance was far from "military." They looked like participants in a holiday carnival who had chosen the wrong costumes. Their clothes were ragged, held together with black duct tape here and there. Their helmets were dented old pots and cracked construction hard hats.Their weapons? A tragic joke.One held a spear made from a broom handle with a rusty kitchen knife taped to the end. Another held a giant slingshot. And the leader—a skinny man with long, shaggy hair and a peeling faux-leather jacket—held the only firearm: a homemade zip gun that looked ready to explode in the shooter's hand at any moment.Irene didn't blink. In seconds, her Glock was aimed squarely at Shaggy's forehead."One wrong move, and your head is paste," Irene hissed coldly
Chapter 18
"This is crazy. This is genuinely insane. I refuse. Period."Irene stood with her arms crossed amidst the dusty ruins of a women's lingerie boutique. Her face was crimson, a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and a strong desire to shoot someone. In her hand, she held the object Boby had offered: a maroon lace bra cup, already cut from its straps."Ren, just hear me out," Boby said, busy grinding charcoal (residue from the neighboring shop fire) using a grinding stone he'd acquired from who knows where. His face was serious, like a scientist mixing a vaccine, even though two D-Cup bras hung around his neck."There's nothing to hear!" Irene snapped. "You want me to enter a toxic gas zone wearing a bra on my face?! You want me to die a ridiculous death while being laughed at by corpses?!""It's not just any bra, Ren. This is a *Solid Fiber-Based Particulate Filter with Anatomical Curvature*," Boby corrected her with an irritatingly academic tone.He took an empty mineral water bottle, cut
Chapter 19
Boby stood on the edge of the concrete railing of the second-floor balcony, balancing his body like a drunken circus performer. Sulfur-scented wind hit his bra-mask. In front of him, the mutant banyan tree looked enraged. Dozens of aerial roots hanging from its branches writhed, their sharp, jagged tips pointing straight at Boby’s chest.“Alright, you damn houseplant,” Boby muttered, gripping the combat knife in his right hand. “Let’s give you a haircut.”SWOOSH!A root shot out to attack. Boby threw his body to the side. The root slammed into the concrete pillar behind him, cracking it. Cement shards scattered.“KANG BOBY! WATCH OUT BEHIND YOU!” yelled Ujang, who was still hanging upside down fifteen feet in the air. His face was already crimson from the blood pooling in his head.Two other roots attacked from his blind spots.[System: Dual Attack Warning. 4 o’clock and 8 o’clock sectors.][Reflex Mode: Activating ‘Pregnant Mother’s Gymnastics’ (Waist Flexibility Increased by 20%).]
Chapter 20
The red light on the lobby ceiling pulsed with a slow, hypnotic rhythm, as if the building itself were breathing.*BEEP... BEEP...*On the sterile white ceramic floor, the severed hand of the student zombie was still twitching. Its fingers scraped the tiles, creating a sickening *skrit-skrit* sound, as if the hand refused to accept that it was separated from its main body."Ugh..." Ujang shuddered in horror. Without hesitation, he kicked the severed hand far into the corner of the room, like kicking an old tin can. "Get out of here! Shoo!""Don't carelessly kick organic waste," the woman's voice from the intercom speaker sounded again. This time her voice was clearer, without static interference. Cold, crisp, and full of authority. "You have brought Level 5 contaminants into my lobby. You smell worse than a dead rat in a sewer."Boby stood up, straightening his doctor's coat, which was now shapeless. He stared at the CCTV camera in the upper corner."Hello to you too, Miss Sweet Voice