The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

A hand stained with dark brown blood suddenly reached in through the crack in the door and clung tightly to the door frame.

The skin on the back of the hand rolled back outwards, revealing grayish-white finger bones.

The stench of decay seeped into my nostrils through the crack in the door.

For a second, Mouse Tail Juice's mind went blank.

There were clearly no footsteps in the corridor.

Where did this monster come from?

And it just so happened to be at the exact moment she pulled it open.

It's as if they've been waiting here all along.

Mouse Tail Juice's gaze passed over the grayish-white palm, trying to make out the scene outside the door.

All that could be seen was a mutilated face pressed tightly against the edge of the door.

The skin on half of his cheek had peeled off, revealing his dark red gums.

The one-eyed creature stared intently at the rat tail juice inside the door.

A hissing sound came from his throat, as if air was leaking out.

The stench became even stronger.

The rat tail juice made his stomach churn violently.

Just a minute ago, she was calculating how much reward she could earn by killing a monster.

Now, the monster is right in front of us.

The fingernails on that hand were an eerie purplish-black color.

Sharp edges.

Once the owner of this hand squeezes through the crack in the door, even if it's just a scratch on the skin from those grayish-white fingernails...

The zombie virus will then spread throughout the body via the bloodstream.

Three hours later, the body will be completely taken over by the virus.

Although the authorities say it can be cured and will provide medication for free.

But she dared not gamble on whether the authorities could handle the workload.

Saying something and doing it are two completely different things!

If any unexpected event occurs along the way.

Her fate was to become just like the monster outside the door.

A monster that has lost its mind, wanders the stairwell, and devours its former neighbors.

If you run towards the bedroom, the monster outside will definitely push open the security door and chase you in.

Once the security door is opened, all the monsters in the building will be attracted by the commotion.

All escape routes are blocked.

Only close the door.

In an instant, Mouse Tail Juice had already made up her mind.

The muscles in his left arm tensed, and his shoulder slammed forward.

The weight of his entire body, along with the momentum of his sprint, slammed hard into the steel plate on the inside of the security door.

"Bang."

The heavy metal door panels closed outwards.

The gap between the door frame and the door panel quickly narrowed.

The grayish-white hand couldn't be pulled back in time and was forcibly trapped in the middle.

A muffled creaking sound of bones squeezing echoed in the living room.

A mournful roar, unlike anything in human form, came from outside the door.

It wasn't a painful roar, but rather the resentment of seeing the prey but being unable to catch it.

The door panel shook violently.

The monster was also crashing around wildly outside.

Thick, dark brown blood flowed down the door frame and dripped onto the tiles in the entryway.

The trapped hand was still convulsing, its twisted fingers constantly clawing at the metal edge inside the door.

It made a harsh, grinding sound.

The chat in the live stream paused briefly.

Then, dense text instantly covered the entire screen.

Wow! This is huge right off the bat?!

I thought it would just be killing some zombie dogs and slaughtering some zombie cats, but it turned out to be real zombies. I was really shocked.

[That startled me! I spilled my water and my pants are all wet. Will the streamer reimburse me?]

[Can't you guys have any humanity? Making jokes about the streamer at a time like this, trying to figure out a solution together! Can you really just stand by and watch someone die? Can't you live with yourselves?]

[This door can stop it? The streamer is just a girl, and zombie monsters are incredibly strong, aren't they?]

[The comment upstairs is hilarious. Don't use your common sense to compare other people's lives, okay? At this point, even if you can't hold on, you have to hold on. Otherwise, if you let the monsters in, will you even have a chance to survive?]

[Host, please, please don't get too close to me. I'm home alone, and I'm really scared...]

The visual impact is incredible; this is much more exciting than those videos shot from a distance.

That hand is still moving! I feel like it's trying to pry the door open.

[Sorry for the late reply, I type slowly. Do you have some misunderstanding about zombie monsters?]

[Real zombie animals are stronger than zombie humans!]

Even an infected kitten, once transformed into a zombie monster, will experience a doubling of its speed and bite force.

If you really encounter something like that, you'd be lucky to be reborn into a good family.

[A cat's reaction time is seven times that of a dog, but two dogs' reaction times are almost equal to a cat's, hahaha, friend, is that what you meant?]

[Haha, so true! People are only strongest when they're alive; once they're dead, they're useless.]

Even if zombies are slow, their strength is definitely enough to tear an ordinary person to shreds.

The rat's tail juice pressed firmly against the door panel.

The reaction force from the door made my arms go numb.

The roars outside the door grew louder.

The frequency of impacts increases.

The security door made a creaking sound as metal twisted.

The trapped hand was slowly sliding inward due to the monster's impact.

The gate is becoming increasingly difficult to close, and if the monsters manage to get to it, Rattail Juice will have no choice but to abandon this place.

Sweat trickled down his forehead and into the edge of his goggles.

A red shadow flashed past the edge of my line of sight.

The tyrant rooster was originally perched on the shoulder of the rat tail juice.

The moment the monster's hand reached in, it leaped onto the shoe cabinet in the entryway.

It stared at the twisted hand.

The chest and abdomen begin to rise and fall rapidly.

The red feathers on its neck stood up straight.

A glaring bright red light shone deep in its throat.

The surrounding air temperature rose.

But when the firelight reached its beak, its movements stopped.

The bright red spot on his throat flashed twice.

It turned its head to look at the fabric sofa in the center of the living room, and then at the wooden wardrobe against the wall.

The image of burning that heavy book flashed through its mind.

If fire were to be spewed here, the entire entryway would probably be set ablaze.

The fire is spreading; this place will be destroyed.

Thinking of this, it quickly shut its mouth.

My throat tightened violently.

He swallowed back the flame that had already taken shape.

"puff--!!"

A wisp of grayish-white smoke billowed from its nostrils.

It dissipated in mid-air.

It shook its head.

This scene was captured by a camera fixed to the chest of the rat tail juice.

The style of the comments in the live stream suddenly changed.

[Holy crap, the little tyrant is so intelligent! It was definitely about to breathe fire just now.]

[Absolutely! I could see it glowing in its throat!]

[It probably remembered burning books before and, fearing it would set the house on fire, swallowed the flames in its mouth.]

[It's emitting white smoke, hahaha, it's so cute!]

Honestly, my heart melted at that moment.

How can there be such adorable creatures in this world? They're so cute, Auntie wants to give them a kiss.

[This level of intelligence, this level of judgment—is this really the kind of reaction a Servant-level pet could produce?]

[It's so well-behaved; it even knows how to protect its owner's home.]

But what do we do now? How can we deal with that monster outside without using fire?

Little Tyrant didn't pay any attention to the wisp of white smoke.

It bent its legs and slammed them against the edge of the shoe cabinet.

Two deep claw marks were left on the surface of the solid wood shoe cabinet.

A red figure swept across the narrow entrance hallway.

It spread its claws in the air.

A cold glint flashed from the dark blue claw tip.

The target was the grayish-white hand stuck in the crack of the door.