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

Whoosh—!

The claws clamped onto the blood-stained arm.

The front and back claws gripped the bones on both sides of the arm.

The bluish-black keratin layer came into contact with the grayish-white zombie skin.

Without the slightest pause, the claw tip easily pierced the tough skin and penetrated deep into the muscle fibers.

The Little Tyrant's claw muscles unleash explosive power.

Two diametrically opposed forces act simultaneously over a very small area.

Click—!

It was the cracking sound of bones unable to bear the weight.

Bone marrow mixed with black blood squeezed out from the broken joint.

That tough zombie arm, skin and bone, was cut in two.

Dark brown blood gushed out from the cut.

It splashed onto the white wall, leaving a string of spots.

The disconnected hand fell onto the tiles in the entryway.

My fingers are still twitching unconsciously.

The pulling force outside the door disappeared instantly.

Using the weight of its forward-leaning body, the rat-tail juice pushed the door panel all the way down.

"Bang!"

The security door closed tightly.

With his left hand, he quickly turned the metal handle of the door lock.

"Click, click, click."

All three latches popped out and locked into the metal door frame.

The sound of a monster losing its balance and falling came from outside the door.

This was followed by even more frantic screams and pounding on the door.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull thud echoed down the corridor.

The thickened security door remained completely still.

The mouse, with its back against the metal door, slid down the door and fell to the ground.

The chest heaved violently.

The Tang sword fell to the ground at his feet, making a metallic clanging sound.

She looked down at the severed hand, which was less than half a meter away from her.

The skin and flesh were grayish-white, and the broken ulna and radius were clearly visible.

The cut is smooth.

The tyrant rooster shook the black blood off its claws.

He walked over to the severed hand.

Then it raised its head and barked at the mouse tail.

"grumble."

The 300,000 viewers in the live broadcast room witnessed the entire process through their screens.

There was a five-second gap in the comments section.

Then, the dense colored text overlapped each other, and the scrolling speed increased.

[Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!]

What did I just see? Can anyone tell me what just happened?

[That chicken... it just cut off the zombie's arm?]

What kind of chicken is that?! It's called Little Tyrant!

[I took a screenshot!! They just cut off the zombie monster's arm—can claws really do that?!]

[I still maintain that this is truly just a servant-level pet?]

[Severing a zombie monster's arm directly? That attack power seems even more outrageous than its fireballs!]

[I hereby declare that from this day forward, Little Tyrant (the game console) is my god!]

[This isn't just a servant-level pet; it's practically a portable meat grinder.]

[Who just said this pet is terrible in actual combat? Step forward and take a few steps!]

[This seems a bit too powerful.]

Do you know how hard zombie bones are? Even a fire axe might not be able to cut through them in one go if an ordinary person doesn't aim correctly!

[This chicken was snapped in two with one claw?]

[This is too much to handle, the connections are too strong, streamer, you've made a killing this time.]

A series of gift effects exploded on the computer screen.

"Among all the monkeys on the mountain, my bottom is the reddest" - giving away 5 Carnival prizes.

"Among all the monkeys on the mountain, my bottom is the reddest" - giving away 10 Carnival prizes.

Colored bullet comments are displayed at the top center of the screen.

[Among all the monkeys on the mountain, my butt is the reddest: Awesome! I'm impressed! Final payment settled!]

The lights from rockets, sports cars, and carnivals illuminated the dimly lit living room.

Mouse Tail Juice stared at the computer screen.

The amount of tips received in the backend is soaring at a visible rate.

100,000, 150,000, 200,000.

The numbers kept changing.

It far exceeded her expectations.

My heart, which was already pounding with fear, is now beating even more violently because of this string of numbers.

A single act by a pet has brought in wealth that an ordinary person couldn't earn in several years.

With this money, you can exchange it for a lot of Source Crystals.

Now she understands that money is fleeting, and source crystals will be the real currency in the future!

Moreover, she can predict that after Wasteland Era introduces the item cash-out function, Source Crystals will experience another surge in price.

In the future, crystal energy may even become one of the main circulating currencies.

The current currency will likely still be retained, since no one would use a single source crystal to buy a truckload of salt.

Sudden.

At the top of the live stream, a series of red rocket effects exploded once again.

Colored text covered the center of the image.

[Among all the monkeys on the mountain, my butt is the reddest: I haven't seen enough, streamer! If you can kill that zombie monster outside, I'll send you 20 more Carnival gifts!]

This line of text is placed in the most conspicuous position.

Three hundred thousand netizens were immediately ignited by this sentence.

The dense barrage of agreeing comments almost completely obscured the figure of "Rat Tail Juice" on the screen.

[The boss is awesome! Open the door and charge out! The little tyrant is so fierce, what's there to be afraid of!]

Kill zombies! Kill zombies! Let's teach these country bumpkins a lesson!

[What are you waiting for, streamer? Twenty carnivals, that's 60,000 yuan!]

At this moment, most of the people watching the live stream are those who didn't manage to get a chance to participate in the open beta of "Wasteland Era".

Many of them were completely oblivious to the danger behind the door.

They just wanted to pursue the ultimate visual stimulation to make up for the regret of not being able to enter the game.

Mouse Tail Juice turned his head and stared at the line of colored text on the screen.

Twenty carnival tips are indeed tempting.

But now is definitely not the time to go out.

She can fight, and she's not afraid to fight zombie monsters.

But the battlefield must never be one's own home!

It's important to understand that what makes zombie monsters terrifying isn't their attack power, but rather the infectious ability of the virus they carry.

If this blood accidentally gets into your eyes or a wound, you won't even know how you got infected.

So we can only be extremely careful.

Open the door now.

The moment the bolt retracts, the zombies will definitely pounce in.

Even if the little tyrant could crush its skull in a second.

The reaction force generated by the fractured bones will spray black brain matter and bodily fluids in all directions.

The entryway was less than three square meters, leaving her with nowhere to hide.

Or perhaps, you accidentally touched some of the remaining zombie blood and rubbed your eyes.

Within three hours, she will become a mindless, bloodthirsty shell.

If I dared to make that money.

I'm afraid I'll make money, but not live to spend it.

Outside the door, the dull thuds continued unabated.

The monster's aggressive instincts remained unaffected.

Mouse Tail Juice looked away, completely ignoring the provocation on the screen.

She strode quickly toward the shoe cabinet.

The rooster was squatting on the floor tiles.

Several pieces of flesh and dark red blood clots were still stuck to those sharp, bluish-black claws.

The mouse tail bent down.

With both hands, they precisely gripped the base of its left and right wings.

Suddenly lift it upwards.

"grumble?!"

Little Tyrant let out a short cry as his legs dangled in the air.

Although puzzled, Little Tyrant remained obedient and did not struggle.

Pets and their owners are connected; the pet can sense that the mouse tail is trying its best to suppress something.

The mouse tail juice carried it all the way into the bathroom.

Simply press it into the white ceramic sink.

Press down hard on its back with your left hand.

Press the stainless steel faucet on with your right hand.

Warm water was poured down.

He aimed directly at those blood-stained claws.

The murky, reddish-black water swirled along the ceramic inner wall and rushed into the sewer grate.