Goosebumps broke out all over Josie’s skin.
She whipped her head around.
But Cyrus was gone.
There was nothing left but a pack of low–level undead snarling and snapping at her.
“It’s you,” Josie muttered, her fists clenching tight. Fear flickered in her eyes for a split second before being replaced by a cold, bur rage. “I don’t care if you’re the future Undead King. I’m not afraid of you. You killed me in my last life, but this time? You’re the on who’s going to die. Just you wait.”
So what if he was a natural–born monster?
She had a Tier–SSS Siphoning ability. She wasn’t going to lose.
She’d only stolen two abilities so far. She had eight more to go.
There was no way ten superpowers wouldn’t be enough to put him in the ground.
Just thinking about their coming showdown made her blood boil.
She swung her greatsword with renewed fury, hacking through the undead in front of her. They dropped like flies, bodies piling up
heaps.
High up in a skyscraper nearby.
Cyrus held a glass, steam rising from the liquid inside.
A crowd of Tier–2 undead knelt behind him, with two Tier–3s standing in their midst.
In cages not far away, humans were packed together like livestock, waiting to be slaughtered.
“Master. Every undead in the area has been herded here,” a Tier–3 undead reported, bowing its head low.
“Good.” Cyrus gave a casual wave. A plush, royal purple chair glided through the air and settled perfectly behind him
He sank into the seat, swinging his legs like a bored king. His voice was ice–cold. She needs to level up faster. Once she’s ready. !! devour her. Then, I can finally finish the…”
His voice trailed off. Whatever he said next was a blur; not a single soul–human or undead–could hear it
His aura was just too crushing. Under that raw pressure, every living and dead thing in the vicinity remained pinned to the ground, 100 terrified to even look up
Josie guessed he was a Tier 4.
She was wrong.
He was already halfway to Tier S
Psychic–type undead were already in a league of their own–usually two full ranks stronger than the common trash.
With his peak rank and those terrifying mental powers, he was the undisputed King of the Undead
The fact that an Undead King had appeared this early made Josie’s skin crawl. The threat was real, and it was closing in
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She whipped her head around.
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