The whole nation is trying to survive on the cable car; I'm choosing one of three options at ea

The hazy light had completely disappeared, but the feeling of being watched remained, like a thorn stuck in the back of Su Mu's head.

Closer and brighter than before.

His golden blood surged within him, not with anger or fear, but with a more subtle alertness, as if reminding him that "something is coming."

He withdrew his gaze, preparing to sheathe his spear.

At that very moment, a bone-chilling cold surged from the depths of the forest.

It's not the kind of coldness brought by ice magic like that of the Ice Witch, where skin frosts up and breath condenses into white mist.

This is a completely different kind of cold... seeping out from the cracks in your bones, emanating from the depths of your soul, making you instinctively want to curl up, to run away, to hide yourself in a corner where no one can find you.

It's not that the temperature has dropped; something is approaching. The very existence of that thing is changing the temperature, humidity, and even the air density of this forest.

Everyone felt the chill at the same moment. It wasn't that someone shouted "It's so cold" or put on more clothes, but that everyone's body suddenly froze at the same instant, as if an invisible hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed everyone's neck.

Those who were just celebrating their survival, those who were picking up equipment from the corpses, those who were bandaging their wounds, drinking water and resting... all stopped what they were doing at the same moment, as if an invisible, huge hand had grabbed their necks, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

Some people are trembling, not from the cold, but from fear; some are retreating, not as a strategic withdrawal, but because their legs are weak; some are gripping their weapons tightly, their knuckles turning white, but their weapons are trembling because their hands are trembling.

The smiles froze on everyone's faces.

Those who were praising Prosciutto just moments ago, those who were mocking Su Mu just moments ago, those who were just celebrating their survival... their smiles froze in an instant, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

A huge figure emerged from the darkness.

It is over five meters tall, a head taller than the Minotaur King Sauta, and its size is as large as a moving hill.

As it squeezed between the two trees, those two trees, which were thicker than an adult's waist, were forced apart by its shoulders. The trunks creaked under the weight, the roots were pulled out of the soil, and the fallen leaves and pebbles on the ground were pushed to both sides like waves.

Where it passed, it left deep footprints on the ground, with fine cracks spreading outwards from the edges of the footprints, as if something heavy had crushed the land.

Its entire body was covered in dark green, steel-like skin, not the rusty iron color of the Minotaur King Sauta, but a deeper, dark green that looked like it had been soaked in blood countless times, with a cold metallic luster.

The muscles were bulging and knotted, each one like a compressed rock. In the firelight, the outline of those muscles resembled undulating mountain ranges.

Its skin is covered with countless scars, some of which have turned white, while others are still pink new flesh, and some of them are like centipedes crawling on its body.

That's not a disgrace, it's a medal.

There aren't many things in this world that can leave a scar on it.

It wore a broken crown on its head.

The crown was dark gold, with marks on the edges indicating that something had gnawed at it. At the top were several dull gems, their surfaces covered with cracks.

The crown sat askew on its head, like a piece of junk picked up by a deposed king during his exile.

But that aura, that "I am still the king" aura, cannot be concealed by a broken crown.

Its eyes are empty.

There were no eyeballs, no pupils, only two bottomless black holes, within which burned eerie green flames.

The flames weren't hot; instead, they chilled you to the bone, like a ghostly fire that had been burning in a grave for a thousand years.

As the flames danced in their eye sockets, they left eerie green afterimages in the surrounding air, like traces of something moving through the darkness.

Its mouth opened, revealing rows of uneven, yellowed, sharp teeth that looked as if they had been corroded by something.

Dark red, dried flesh and blood residue was stuck between the teeth, some of which were still covered with scraps of cloth and hair.

Its breathing was heavy and slow, each exhale like a chilling wind blowing from a grave, carrying a strong stench of decay and rust.

It was wearing a tattered suit of armor that looked like it was made of iron plates and leather stitched together.

The armor was covered with marks from sword cuts and axe strikes, and in some places it had been punched through, revealing the dark green skin underneath.

The edges of the armor were rusted, and the rust was dark red, not the color of iron rust, but the color of dried blood.

There was a deep dent on the shoulder armor, as if it had been made by a blunt object. The edge of the dent was cracked, and the cracks were filled with dried blood and mud.

It had no weapons.

But it is a weapon in itself.

Its fists were as big as washbasins, its fingers were as thick as radishes, and its nails were thick and sharp, like five curved daggers.

The crevices under the fingernails were filled with black, dried blood and grime, the remains of countless people.

It stood there, like a war machine that had stepped out of ancient mythology, forgotten by time, and left only with the instinct to kill.

Zombie King.

Lv13, Yellow quality, Extraordinary level.

Someone attempted to probe it.

The detector was raised, the button was pressed, the screen flashed briefly, and then went completely black.

It wasn't that there was no power; the detector's chip had been burned by something, and a burnt smell was wafting from the instrument.

The sensory-type evolved being closed his eyes, the veins on his forehead bulged, and the capillaries on his face writhed like earthworms under his skin. Then he suddenly opened his eyes, blood flowing from his seven orifices... Blood gushed from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth at the same time. His face was as pale as a dead man, his lips were purple, and he collapsed limply as if all his strength had been drained away.

"Zombie King... Lv13... Yellow quality... Extraordinary level... True Extraordinary." His voice trembled, his lips trembled, and his whole body trembled, like a leaf being torn apart in a storm.

Extraordinary level.

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