The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 346

Chapter 346 Sure About That?

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“Are you certain?” Thora stepped forward, her gaze fixed on the tower locked down by armed guards.

Even as the poison fog advanced, the soldiers remained unmoving, clearly ordered to defend the building at all costs.

This place was marked as a high-tier instance, which meant a powerful boss had to be inside. That alone had stopped anyone from charging in earlier.

Luke nodded without hesitation. “I’m certain.”

“You’re correct,” the blond man added smoothly. “This tower is the only guaranteed safe zone. And the system logs are stored here.”

Luke’s eyes brightened immediately.

Thora understood at once. Logs recorded every system operation. If they could access them, tracing the virus would be possible.

According to the game lore, the tower served as the ruler’s palace in Rovelle City.

He commanded the last remaining army, worshiped as a god, ruling over the last untainted land.

Yet he was ruthless, indulging in power while enslaving the survivors.

Reading that setting reminded Thora of the apocalypse from her previous life. Chaos could create heroes, but it produced tyrants far more easily.

“Move.” Thora gave the order and walked straight toward the entrance.

Tristan, Shirley, and the others followed immediately, with the rest of the examinees surging behind them.

The poison fog continued creeping inward, its advance slowing near the tower but never stopping.

“Stop! No entry allowed!” the guards shouted as they blocked the doors.

Thora did not argue. She raised her weapon and fired.

Two cries rang out as two soldiers fell. She stepped over them and entered the lobby, and the crowd rushed in after her.

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Alarms screamed through the tower as more soldiers swarmed toward the entrance.

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The examinees hurriedly fought back, but most of their attacks barely chipped health bars. In contrast, the soldiers’ shots tore through players instantly, and someone collapsed dead on the floor.

“How is she doing that?” someone shouted, breaking under panic.

The blond man walked in calmly and answered, “Her equipment level exceeds yours by a wide margin. Her stats are on a different tier.”

Only then did reality sink in for everyone.

This was still a game. And the foundation of the game was stats and gear.

They already knew Thora ranked first on the leaderboard. That meant her loadout was maxed

out.

It was a top-tier player crushing low-level characters.

With that realization, everyone grew careful.

Once inside, the burning sensation from the poison fog disappeared.

Beyond the windows, gray-black mist drowned the city, erasing everything outside.

A wave of relief spread through the group. A moment later and they would have died out there.

Thora assessed the incoming soldiers.

By game standards, they were elite mobs-dangerous, but beatable.

Still, a direct fight would only increase casualties, and friendly fire was inevitable.

She scanned the lobby and spoke sharply, “If you want to survive, send a party request to me. Now.”

In this system, party members could not harm one another.

Everyone understood immediately and began sending requests nonstop.

Since Tristan led the party, he accepted without hesitation.

Within seconds, their small squad expanded into dozens.

The blond man joined last.

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