A group of elderly, newborns, and citizens were watching a horrible scene.
After the 5 bounty hunters arrived here and the traps were triggered, their special equipment prevented them from dying as easily as the others.
The traps triggered 6 times in a row until 4 of them finally died after different parts of their bodies were severed.
And now, the last one who was nailed to a wall outside of the traps area was struggling for his last breath with one missing leg.
The newborns naturally couldn't just randomly kill others, so they didn't finish him off,
even if they were 99% sure he was a participant who wouldn't die for real.
And the citizens were confused because in their eyes, he was in the 'hero' category.
That's why he was in such a state.
"Look, a dragon!"
A random voice suddenly sounded, and everyone turned their gaze towards the sky to see the dragon!
But it did not matter where they looked,
They didn't find any dragon.
"Mr. Mayor, welcome back!"
"Mr. Mayor, where have you been? All the heroes are here!"
"Mr. Mayor..."
Hearing the commotion, those who were watching the 'nailed hero' found out that the one who said there was a dragon was actually among them,
And it wasn't anyone but the Mayor himself.
Little Mayor, still in his camouflage uniform, nodded at the crowd,
"Hello, hello.
Long night, huh?
Why are you guys gathered here this late at night?"
One of the elderly pointed at the nailed bounty hunter,
"Mr. Mayor, we were wondering how to deal with-"
But when he saw the nailed bounty hunter again, he couldn't finish what he was going to say.
There was a difference now.
There were two knife handles sticking out of the victim's helmet...
Or to be exact, at some point in time, someone attacked his eyes with 2 throwing knives while they were distracted by the 'dragon',
and only the handles were visible now...
Looking at the innocent-looking Mayor, the elderly were at a loss for words.
The citizens gasped in shock, and the emotional ones even started crying for the loss of a hero who disappeared shortly after and went to 'heaven' in their eyes.
Little Mortal closed his eyes and said with sadness,
"Though you're gone, your memory will stay with us for... a couple of hours."
And then left while chuckling.
The crowd and the newborns,
"-_-"
Why didn't the sentence match the atmosphere?
After entering the city, the group of elderly came to report.
An excited wise-elderly said,
"Should we start the special event, Mr. Mayor?"
Little Mortal stopped on his track and slowly turned around,
"Who said that?
Take your old bones over here!"
The crowd all turned their head to the excited old man.
An old man came forward awkwardly,
"T-that was me, Mr. Mayor."
Little Mortal looked him up and down, then gestured for him to come closer.
The old man gulped down and leaned forward.
Little Mortal grabbed him by the collar and looked him in the eyes while saying,
"What time is it now?"
The old man, while confused, answered,
"A-after midnight."
Little Mortal nodded,
"Correct.
What do people usually do at this time of the night?"
The old man, while confused, answered,
"They sleep."
Little Mortal nodded again,
"Indeed, they sleep.
Now, think about your question again.
What do you think about it now?"
The old man coughed embarrassingly,
"T-that was a stupid question."
Little Mortal snorted and let go of him.
"I was working for three days straight, and this old man who had fun here for three days straight, has the audacity to ask if we start the event..."
And looked at the crowd as if he was speechless.
The crowd nodded repeatedly in agreement, confirming that the old man had asked for something ridiculous.
Little Mortal's eyes suddenly stopped on a group of 7 chubby men and women.
"You 7, start your diet from tonight.
Lose some weight.
It's not good for your health going around like this."
The 7 deputy mayors accepted the order and started their diets right there and then.
Then he found the wise elderly number 1 in the crowd,
"We start the event tomorrow morning at 7, after my breakfast.
I will be in our watchtower before that, watching over my subje- *cough* my citizens.
You can give me today's report at that time.
Now, everyone, if you excuse me."
And left towards the city hall.
A couple of steps farther, they heard him saying,
"Reduce this month's salary of the old dude who said Start the event!"
And left after a final snort, while complaining to citizens he saw on the way about how cruel his advisors were.
.....
Level 3 civilization.
Inside a security room,
Xyron, the current leader of the 'sinners' race', was watching something in confusion.
It was the camera footage of the 'waiting room'.
The place that anyone who died inside any of the planets was forced to go and wait for the end of the season.
This place, like the 10 planets, was Hypermind's territory, but sinners had access to it secretly.
They even had the privilege to read the 'memory' of creatures inside, and see what's happening on the planets.
Most of them had a 'chip' hidden in their bodies without their notice, and those who didn't would receive one on the second planet if the seasonal event there was 'Queen and Demon King'.
Xyron knew that the first planet season should start its first important event after 70 days.
The first zombie waves are attacking the 7 cities by then.
But only a week later, everyone from First Planet was dead and now gathered in the waiting room.
"How did this happen?
Show me the bounty hunter's memory that we sent inside to kill that underworld psychopath."
After a while, a record of some scattered memories started playing.
He saw 5 of them died in hidden traps, and the other 5 were killed with a single bullet.
It was obvious to him who did it, even if he didn't see the culprit in their memories.
"Show me the tycoon's experience too."
He clearly saw in the bounty hunter's memory that all of the tycoons were inside the city.
But they were dead before them, so how?
Then he saw the memory of the 7 tycoons, and frowned suspiciously,
"They actually all died at the same time?
We already guessed that because the information law can't affect that minion, he can't be recognized by Hypermind's system either.
Which means he won't receive any ability, and he can't use the infopad either.
But is it possible that he didn't lose his original level either?
Isn't that something 'world law' related, and specific to the planet itself, not Hypermind?"
Xyron suspected that he could use his full power, and he was only pretending he couldn't to have fun,
Or how else could he kill everybody at the same moment and so silently?
After a brief moment of contemplation, he said,
"Show me how the rest died."
It was only now that he saw them all dying in an area with hidden traps.
"What a mess...
I didn't expect him to find the cities so quickly and even set up his traps.
How did he do that?
The cities are far from the starting point of the participants.
You can get lost easily searching for them..."
After watching more footage, he chuckled,
"It's fine.
The way he is 'playing' is like 'cheating' in the eyes of the system installed there.
So while Hypermind can't communicate with us for less than a year,
And won't interfere with our side,
The system installed there will use its 'admin' privileges to punish the cheater.
At the end of each season, Hypermind's installed system always checks everything for any anomaly.
I don't know how he achieved all of this, but it can't be in the framework of the planet's rules!"
To Xyron, it was impossible to find the cities and kill everybody there in 7 days.
He had lots of tools, but he couldn't use all of them.
The only way Xyron thought he found the cities so quickly was by sending all the stolen newborns in different directions to search.
But he didn't see a single 'stolen' newborn in the memories of the creatures inside the waiting room.
The only ones he saw were in front of the city, receiving the entrance fee...
"Tell the agents to be ready.
The event on the First planet will be done soon.
When the system inside detects the cheater,
It will kick him off the planet from the elevator.
We need to place an ambush there."
....
First Planet - Day 8.
In the morning, Little Mortal, while watching over his citizens and eating breakfast, was listening to the report of the wise-elderly number 1.
"... That was the list of cards we gathered from 'sinners'.
And our current number of 'newborn cards' is slightly more than 1.5 million."
*Pufff*
Little Mortal, who wasn't paying attention to whatever list of cards she was saying, and became interested when he heard about the newborns, spat out his drink,
"H-how many?"
Even the old lady was speechless,
"1,503,444 is the exact number.
By the way, this number isn't even 10% of the total number of newborns in the hands of others.
What's being sold in the auction are only the newborns that have been returned by those who are going to high-level Planets and don't need them anymore.
Some even sell them to other participants directly.
Level 7 planet and higher is too difficult for newborns."
Little Mortal was dumbfounded,
"Are they gathering newborn collections?
How can you even feed this many people?
And can't you guys level up like the rest after going to higher planets to stay with them?"
The old lady shook her head,
"About the food,
Inside the card, while we can't move at all,
we are level 6, and we have access to a minimum law.
So there is no need for food, and in higher-level Planets, after reaching level 2, the food shortage is basically meaningless.
Regarding advancement, it is only possible for us if our 'owner' allows it.
But nobody allows it because we might rebel if they try to harm any living creatures.
In lower-level planets, it's easy to manage us because we are weak and we can't tell what's going on around us.
But in higher levels, because the scale of power goes up too much, our effect can ruin their plans easily."
Little Mortal snorted,
"Cowards.
Remind me to let you guys advance when we are on higher planets!"
The old lady was surprised,
"Don't you think we might rebel?
Especially now that there are so many of us!"
Little Mortal chuckled,
"I'm actually doing that, so you rebel.
I know at a lower level, because your senses are limited, you can't see the living creatures being harmed in secret.
But if you are above level 6, you can sense everything clearly; that way, the chance of a large number of you rebelling at the same time is a lot higher."
The old lady was now completely confused,
"Mr. Mayor, why do you want to make trouble for yourself? I don't understand."
Little Mortal chuckled,
"Let me ask you.
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Where did my bullet go after I killed that woman on the beach?"
He was referring to the first person who found him at the start of the season.
The old lady shook her head,
"I don't know.
Your handgun is too strong, so it's hard to predict where the bullet went..."
She answered him while not understanding why he was asking such a question.
How was this related to them advancing?
Little Mortal smiled,
"I know, right!
I tried it last night too, but after hitting 5 targets, the bullet still went through without stopping!
So, here is the question:
How can I find its limit? How can I test its full power?"
The old lady, who had just received a hint about 5 other people dying at the hands of this underworld minion,
and felt they were on a completely new topic now, asked,
"How?"
Little Mortal became excited, and a hint of madness appeared on his face that made the old lady shiver.
"With you guys!
The higher we go, the more of you I'm sure will join me!
So if there is a day that millions of you are in front of me, and you start a rebellion, I can shoot you!
This way, I can see how many of you it takes to stop my bullet!
On the first planet, my gun is still limited by restrictions!
I want to see its full power and glory on higher-level planets!"
The more he explained the reason, the paler the old lady got...
At first, she thought to herself, he is a good person if he lets them advance,
but now that she heard the reason behind it...
'A true psychopath....
I-I need to tell everyone about this!
We can't let him bait us into rebellion and get ourselves killed instead!'
Lilith, on Little Mortal's shoulder, looked at him in confusion.
He really looked like a crazy minion at this moment...
The topic of conversation suddenly jumped to a scary future with hundreds of dead newborns receiving one bullet,
which struck the old lady's emotions from all directions...
Seeing her quiet, Little Mortal laughed,
"Hahaha, I was just joking with you...
My goodness, you are so easy to scare."
And shook his head while speechless.
The old lady bit her lips.
Her forehead was already covered in sweat.
She really couldn't tell if he was joking or if that was one of his psychopathic thoughts that could become reality at any moment.
After breakfast, Little Mortal looked down at the city.
Down below,
There were five 1-kilometer tunnels, each one 10 meters wide and 4 meters high.
All of them were made of iron, resembling death tunnels that originate from the campsite of the citizens who joined the city and lead to the city gate outside.
Looking from the other end of the tunnel, the campsite could be seen clearly, which was the zombies' target, forcing them to move through the tunnels without spreading.
Even that so-called berserker didn't need to smash anything to reach its target this way.
Five wise-elderly, each commanding 100 newborns and all fully equipped, formed the defense line between the five tunnel exits and the citizens' campsite.
Any zombies that could survive the impossible task of passing through the death tunnels would need to face them.
Little Mortal turned to the city walls, now composed of three layers of 4-meter iron walls, with oil traps installed on them from outside, making them impossible to climb, and nodded.
"Looks like everything is ready.
Let's begin."
The old lady hesitated for a moment and said,
"Mr. Mayor, I asked others about this special event to be sure that everything is calculated,
But someone said something that I'm not sure what we should do about."
Little Mortal raised an eyebrow,
"What?"
The old lady said in a serious tone,
"One of the newborns who was bought this season by someone who participated in the special event before heard this from his owner.
A 'building-size', 'two-headed zombie' seems to appear around the end of the event, but they only saw a blurry figure of it.
And before it even took action, all of them were already dead.
For us,
That's an incalculable factor that we don't know how to deal with if it shows up."
Little Mortal scratched his head,
"Not even my handgun works on it?"
The old lady shrugged,
"I have no idea."
Little Mortal took out the 'Sun Card',
"What about this?"
The old lady almost ran away,
"Mr. Mayor, be careful!
That's a Sun Card; it can blow up the whole mountain area if you're not careful!"
Little Mortal, as if he didn't hear her, put the card away and said while stroking his chin,
"So the handgun might not be enough, and the Sun Card is too much...?"
Then shrugged,
"Doesn't matter.
Let's start; leave that two-headed whatever to me."
The old lady wiped the sweat from her forehead and left immediately with only one thought.
'He is crazy!'
Soon, she arrived at the gathering place of the elderly group.
"Alright, everyone.
It's time to begin."
The crowd nodded.
One of them left the city to bring the 3 citizens who were kept outside, so the special event could start.
The rest asked about the problem with the unknown big zombie that they heard about.
"He said, 'Leave it to me.'
But that's not important.
What's important is that he has a Sun Card!"
The crowd almost had a heart attack.
"What?"
"Aren't Sun Cards not for sale, and only chosen participants by cyborgs can have them?"
"Where did he even get one?
If he had it before he entered the planet,
His bounty wouldn't only be a wish..."
"Did you forget the 5 bounty hunters?
When they got killed by the traps, there was a sound of a gunshot outside.
Nobody else came to the city after that gunshot, except him..."
"You mean there were more bounty hunters outside, and he took care of them outside?"
"Yes, but that's not important.
What I'm saying is that he found the card on one of them because he didn't have one when he left.
Which means..."
The crowd gasped,
"The group leader of bounty hunters had a 'Sun Card'?
Is he that dangerous that they need a Sun Card to take him down?"
The old lady stopped them,
"Alright, stop discussing this matter.
I think we are entering the territory of things that we shouldn't know.
More than 2 million citizens and newborns are gathered here.
We'd better not put our nose to something that gets everyone killed."
The crowd nodded in agreement.
At this moment, they all suddenly received a notification on their InfoPads.
[ - SYSTEM ALERT-
Warning: Catastrophic Event Imminent
Six out of the Seven Cities have fallen.
The final line of defense is on the brink of collapse.
Protocol 'Last Bastion' Activated.
The horde grows stronger.
The countdown to the end begins.
Survive, or perish.]
And a timer appeared on everyone's InfoPad.
[ 23:59:59 ]
The group of wise-elderly gulped and looked at the sky.
At the same time,
An icy, but familiar voice sounded in the background, describing the changes,
"The sky, once merely overcast with a slow and steady rain, begins to darken unnaturally...
The clouds thicken, turning from dull gray to an ominous, almost ink-black hue...
The rain, once a gentle drizzle, sharpens into a cold, biting downpour."
*Rumble*
A lightning bolt passed across the sky.
The sky suddenly turned bright, and dark again the next moment.
While the elderly group shivered,
The icy, but familiar voice continued,
"Thunder rumbles low in the distance—not the kind that signals a passing storm,
but a deep, unsettling growl that seems to echo from the very earth itself."
The group of elderly felt that even breathing was getting harder.
They all gulped nervously again.
The icy, but familiar voice continued,
"The air grows heavy, each breath feeling thicker, as if the atmosphere itself is pressing down, suffused with a sense of impending doom.
A faint, almost imperceptible sound rises — like distant howls carried by the wind — a reminder that the final city stands alone."
And after a pause, with a solemn tone, the familiar voice delivered the last line,
"The world doesn’t just feel darker... It is darker!"
The crowd, with stiff bodies, slowly turned towards the source of the sound.
The familiar voice was naturally the Little Mayor, who was reading the 'description of the atmosphere' from a notebook in his hand.
The scared crowd was now speechless too,
"-_-"
Do we need you to describe the 'already scary' atmosphere in depth for us?
And what is that notebook? Is it a storybook from the underworld?
Little Mortal chuckled,
"Can you imagine what would happen if we triggered this event without preparation?
It's even hard to walk now, let alone run around and kill zombies."
The wise-looking elderly nodded,
"It's like we skipped the part that we need to kill zombies wave after wave to reach the peak of level 1 to deal with the last wave..."
The old lady smiled nervously,
"I think this 24-hour wave is far more dangerous compared to the ones we saw in the past..."
Little Mortal snorted,
"If those traps can't stop them, I'll ask Agent 33 for a refund on his grave!"
The group of elderly,
"!!?"
Did he just confess he is dead?
As they wondered if this Little Mayor really is a friend of Agent 33 or not, one of the chubby mayors walked to them with difficulty.
"Mr. Mayor, y-your InfoPad turned on in your office, so I brought it over..."
Little Mortal gasped and walked to him with 'difficulty', and received the InfoPad,
"Thank you, Deputy Mayor number 3.
You can go back and rest."
Then he starts going through his InfoPad to see why it turned on by itself.
"Oh, so it was because the special event started; the system turned my InfoPad on forcefully to let me know what kind of mess had started."
Then he walked to the old lady with 'difficulty' again and gave her the InfoPad that he used to activate the traps back to her,
"Here, Wise Elderly number 1.
I have my own InfoPad now."
And left with a cocky snort, again, with difficulty.
The group of elderly people who felt it was even hard to stand looked at each other,
"Can anyone tell me when he is serious and when he is joking?"
"He is an underworld envoy.
A crazy one at that.
What joke?"
"Right...
His every move is made to inflict 'pain and suffering' on others or to scare them somehow.
It's in his blood..."
"It should be because of his 'job' in the underworld."
"He tortures us emotionally to satisfy his nature, I guess..."
Hearing what these old people were whispering,
Lilith looked at her partner in confusion and thought,
'Why does what they are saying make so much sense?
Even if I myself didn't know him, I would think he is really one of my underworld employees, good at messing with people's emotions...'
....
In front of the trap tunnels, the newborns and the experienced elderly were nervously holding the defense line!
The sudden change was beyond everyone's expectations.
Zombies being at max power from the start was predictable, but the change in the air that made moving around difficult was beyond their expectations.
But soon enough, they found out that they were worried for nothing.
Zombies slowly walked out of the trees below the mountain and entered the trap tunnels.
While the crowd watched in anticipation,
First, the zombies were stuck on the spike floors, and then they died from the sharp darts shot at them from the walls, or the electric shock from the ceilings.
And as if receiving a certain amount of damage would kill them, they disappeared soon after.
A certain Little Mayor who already saw these zombies in the hidden dimensions,
which were made by those cyborgs and weren't real living creatures even when they were alive, gasped,
"Where did the body go?"
One of the elderly who saw Mr. Mayor is here hurriedly answered,
"Mr. Mayor, we believe they are going to be recycled for the next season."
The invisible Crystal vibrates, saying,
And Little Mortal 'gasped' in shock for the second time,
"Look, wise elderly number 34, I recognize that zombie!
He looks exactly like one of my citizens!"
The crowd turned around and looked at the end of the tunnel, while wondering how that was possible.
All of the citizens were brought here, so how could any of them be zombies now?
They already knew from their previous experiences that only the 'dead' citizens can become zombies...
But soon enough, other newborns who brought the citizens here by bus saw familiar faces too.
Little mortal smiled proudly,
"As a mayor, I naturally recognize every single one of my citizens!"
The Crystal,
The crowd, who didn't know if such a mayor ever existed before,
"O_O"
....
Time passed.
More and more familiar citizens appeared.
One of the old men chuckled,
"I think the planet program hasn't been updated, and the system doesn't care what's happening here in real time."
An old lady nodded,
"Yeah.
It thinks because there is only one city remaining,
Then the citizens of the other cities are turned into zombies.
So it just changes its cyborg's appearance to a random registered citizen from the destroyed cities..."
Little mortal was speechless, and so was the rest.
All of this was because a certain thief played completely differently, and a certain AI didn't care much about its planets.
[ 20:00:00 ]
Exactly four hours passed from the start of the special event.
Now, the crowd was sitting in a row of chairs, with large umbrellas covering them from the rain, drinking warm tea.
Mr. Mayor got tired of nothing exciting happening, so he asked everyone to sit with him and watch the show while drinking hot tea under cold rain.
"Oh, there is a change!"
Little mortal who finally saw something different, shouted excitedly.
Now the 'citizen-zombies' were changing to a decaying, mutated version of themselves.
While moving more slowly, they were more resilient.
The crowd became vigilant.
But these new enhanced versions could only pass the spike traps at the first 4-meter distance, before dying on the second part.
Little mortal looked at the crowd,
"Who is controlling the traps?"
5 wise-elderly raised their hands.
Each of them was responsible for one tunnel, and they could activate or deactivate different traps, or even reload them with their infopads.
This was the uniqueness of 'special card traps'.
Little mortal nodded,
"Alright, deactivate the traps at the start of the tunnel.
I want to see how they die with the other traps, too."
Others were curious about this, too.
Even some citizens were gathered here with 'difficulty' to watch the show.
But everything that entered the tunnel died immediately at the start, repeatedly.
In the next 6 hours, trap testing took place, with more and more people gathering.
The crowd saw how each trap works.
The cannons on the walls shoot out their shells, which were connected to a thin wire.
After smashing their target, the wire would drag the shell back inside.
There was an acid trap on the ceiling that could easily melt down the zombies.
Or Fire traps on the floor, that burned them to ash.
The newborns and the elderly group were speechless.
This season was supposed to be 'fight for survival',
Why did it turn into a 'festival' for killing zombies with traps?
[ 14:00:00 ]
10 hours after the start of the special event.
"Oh, look!
Something got hit!
What was it?"
The crowd gasped.
They didn't see anything enter the tunnel, so what was that?
And the same thing kept happening over and over again in all five tunnels.
These hard-to-see zombies were coming in batches.
One of the old men shivered,
"Night hunters!"
Hearing the name, the veterans who recognized what it was gasped.
The wise-looking old man smiled awkwardly,
"Mr. Mayor, those are night hunters, made to move and hunt in darkness.
In normal situations, we needed to face one of them in wave 3 as the strongest zombie of that wave.
But because the special traps all have scanners, they can't hide from them in the shadows, so..."
The crowd scratched their heads.
What others had problems fighting with, and it was only one at the end of a wave, came at them in batches here, but they didn't even see how it died...
This wave in normal situations could basically kill lots of citizens.
But now, it was so boring because no one could see clearly what was getting killed...
It didn't take long for the children and Mr. Mayor to fall asleep one by one out of boredom.
[ 10:00:00 ]
*ROAR*
A sudden roar woke everyone up.
*BANG*
And a certain Mayor, who jolted awake in panic, took out his handgun and fired towards the source of the sound without thinking.
The crowd just saw something silver fly away above their heads after the gunshot.
What he shot at was at the end of the tunnel!
A 3-meter-tall zombie, covered in muscle, enhanced skin, and sharp fangs, now with a big hole in its chest, that falls to the ground...
At the same time, everyone received a notification on their infopads about the death of the big zombie.
[ SYSTEM NOTICE :
Participant "Mortal" achieved dominance, securing 51% of the total available points.
Season-end reward granted. ]
Little mortal shouted,
"Did anyone see my gun?
I dropped it again..."
And ran to the back of the audience seats to find his gun.
The crowd looked at his infopad, where a gold card appeared, and felt puzzled.
"So the system just gave him the season-end reward because he received more than half of the total points, because he is basically the winner?"
"It shouldn't be only that.
There are no other participants left either, and the total points he gathered until now should be 51% of the available points even if every citizen dies and he receives negative points."
"Oh, if it counted this way, then that makes sense.
It means there is no possible way for anyone else to be ranked 1."
Little mortal who found his gun ran back, and when he saw the card on his infopad, asked,
"Who dropped his card here?"
And looked around.
The old lady coughed and explained to him what had just happened.
"Really?
Let me see if I can merge it with my handgun then."
And turned the handgun back to card, and placed it inside its storage card.
Then he sent the gold card in and pressed the + button.
Both cards merged together.
"It worked!
Let me read the new information....
Oh, it is as you guys said.
Now my bullets hit 6 targets within a 100-meter radius of the first target.
But there is extra information.
Any part of the body I hit, the target it hits after that will be the same.
So if I hit someone's leg, I hit 6 more legs after that...
Interesting."
Then he looked at the tunnel.
"By the way, what are those bodybuilder-looking zombies?"
A wise elderly who saw him keep his gun inside his storage card and didn't take it out to try it,
wiped the sweat from his forehead and said,
"Those are berserkers.
The boss at the end of wave 6...
We talked about them before. The ones crushing everything on their path until they reach their targets."
Little mortal looked at the melee weapons in the hands of most City guards and nodded,
"Yeah, it's tough to beat them with these swords and spears. But..."
He looked at the tunnel and saw them being slaughtered.
Mr. Mayor and his citizens shook their heads in disappointment.
Nothing was a challenge for these traps...
The veterans,
"-_-"
Where is the 'survive or perish' part in this event...?
[ 5:00:00 ]
Only five hours were left until the end of the special event.
The sky was completely dark now.
Suddenly, a horn's cry pierced the air, like a long, echoing blast that shattered the tense silence.
For a brief moment, everyone became silent.
Even outside the city became quiet after the sound of the horn.
The crowd turned their gaze at the end of the tunnel, waiting to see what was coming.
Not long after, the sound of a steady rhythm of marching came from the foothills.
Rows of zombies, with 'citizen zombie' at the front,
Enhanced versions behind them, and a mix of night hunters and berserkers at the back, were marching towards the city.
They weren't just clueless, mindless zombies anymore;
They were coordinated as if controlled, all targeting the places with the most living creatures, marching like an army.
Far behind them, a blurry figure, at least 10 meters tall, was standing under the shadow of the trees.
One glance, and everyone guessed that it was the one controlling the 'army', and the final boss.
Little mortal broke the silence,
"That dude in the back seems to be at least 10 meters tall.
Our trap tunnel height isn't that high.
Remember to retrieve the ceilings if he walks over, so it won't destroy our city's property.
You know, I paid for it with citizens' tax money; we shouldn't let it go to waste."
The citizens looked at their Mayor with admiration.
And the elderly were speechless...
'Is that what we should worry about in this situation?
And what tax money!? These are stolen items...'