Biochemical Zombie World
Compared to Novak's desert city, this place resembled a true metropolis—one that aligned with the modern urban landscape and its intricate architectural planning.
Above a long, desolate street, Anthony floated in the air, casually clutching a balloon as he hovered over the chaos below.
Beneath him, countless zombies swarmed, their grotesque forms twisting and writhing in a mindless frenzy.
Anthony sneered.
"Idiotic creatures," he muttered. "Wasting my abilities on you is almost insulting… but to prove I'm the strongest evolutionary on Kepler—you'll have to die."
With a flick of his wrist, he tossed several balloons into the horde beneath him.
The seemingly innocent red balloons, glistening as if soaked in fresh blood, expanded at an unnatural speed the moment they left his grasp.
In an instant, they swelled to the size of water tanks—
And the moment they touched the zombies—
BOOM!
A chain of deafening explosions tore through the streets.
The sheer force of the blasts ripped apart the zombies, scattering limbs, torsos, and shredded flesh in every direction.
Anthony's smirk widened.
Each balloon cleared out a ten-meter radius, reducing the once-crowded streets to a grotesque battlefield of dismembered corpses.
The power was immense.
This was the professional talent skill of the Horror Clown—an extremely potent AOE (Area of Effect) ability.
It was precisely because of this ability that Anthony was confident he would dominate the zombie massacre rankings!
His eyes gleamed with unrestrained ambition.
No one could compete with his slaughter efficiency!
Without hesitation, he continued hurling burst balloons into the endless tide of undead.
After an hour of relentless bombardment, Anthony finally descended, his balloon lowering him onto the roof of a nearby building.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he exhaled, his chest heaving—then grinned.
Hundreds of zombies.
That's how many he had wiped out in just one hour.
Among them were several high-level zombies, each more powerful than the last.
His results were unquestionable.
"Above the entire Kepler, who can compare to me?" he muttered.
Those Faeloria Country evolutionaries?
The other so-called global elites?
They were probably still hiding like cowards, cowering beneath rooftops, desperately struggling against the overwhelming zombie hordes.
Meanwhile, he?
He had activated map-wide destruction mode and gone on an all-out bombing spree!
He had to be at the top of the leaderboard by now!
Feeling triumphant, Anthony restored his mental energy, then opened the evolutionary leaderboard, eager to see his name in the number one spot.
But the moment he saw the rankings—
A voice louder than his explosions tore through the air.
"This is IMPOSSIBLE!"
His eyes widened in disbelief.
[Evolutionary Leaderboard]
🥇 1st - White Emperor (Faeloria Country):156,392 Points
🥈 2nd - Lorca (Western Europe):9,985 Points
🥉 3rd - Anthony Douglas (Vinland Country):6,854 Points
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Glancing at the leaderboard, Novak raised an eyebrow.
"These two aren't bad," he murmured.
For them to accumulate so many points in just one hour of entering the biochemical zombie world—it spoke volumes about their strength.
They both had strong AOE capabilities—a necessity for high-efficiency zombie slaughter.
Still…
He barely spared them another glance.
Because at this very moment—
The endless desert had turned dark green.
His level—
From level 18, after eradicating countless zombies, he had skyrocketed to:
[Level: 20 (1542/2,000,000 EXP)]
Every 10 levels marked a major threshold in an evolutionary journey.
At Level 10, the biggest obstacles were job transitions and experience accumulation, both of which dictated an evolutionary power growth.
At Level 20, there was no new job change requirement, but the experience threshold became astronomically higher.
Once an evolutionary crossed this threshold, killing creatures below Level 20 would no longer grant experience points—just like how killing weaker creatures at Level 10 had become ineffective.
Progressing to higher levels would now become exponentially more difficult.
But Novak didn't care.
Right now, there was something far more important than the level cap—
His true objective.
Novak's gaze fell upon the special equipment in his hand—
The Biochemical Disaster.
A weapon born from a blueprint, requiring the elimination of 100,000 zombies to reach its full potential.
Although he hadn't yet met the kill requirement, he wasn't far off either.
This city had more than enough zombies to complete the task—
However, the mindless nature of these creatures made them unpredictable.
During his recent "fishing" strategy, many zombies had trampled over each other, their sheer clumsiness leading to unintentional deaths before he could claim their experience or contribution.
Thinking about it, Novak sighed.
"Order… They need to follow order."
His voice carried a trace of exasperation—but only for a moment.
There was no time for regret.
Instead, his focus shifted to another requirement for upgrading his Biochemical Disaster—
Mutant Elimination Progress: (7/100)
That's right—
Beyond Roshan and the mutants chasing him, there were two additional mutant creatures hidden among the horde.
This brought his total mutant kills to seven.
Which meant—
If he repeated this process about ten more times, he would fulfill the evolutionary requirements of the Biochemical Disaster!
Of course, there was one downside.
In this biochemical zombie world, the Cosmic Will had not fully assimilated the realm into a true trial ground for gods and demons.
As a result, while he could still gain some experience, it wasn't as substantial as it could be.
But that was fine.
It was still enough.
Novak wasn't in a hurry to leave Sandworm City just yet.
Although the Plague Sun's indiscriminate slaughter had devastated most of the zombie population, a few survivors likely remained.
But he wouldn't waste time hunting stragglers.
Because he had noticed something else—
At the edge of Sandworm City, enclosed within a massive walled compound, stood several towering buildings.
On both the high-rise structures and the gated courtyard walls, a unique insignia was displayed—
A bold, unmistakable mark: "X".
The language of this biochemical zombie world was different from Kepler's, but Novak had already deciphered its secrets—
Thanks to the Eye of Peeping Secrets.
This gifted ability from Winifred's fourth head was nothing short of a divine skill—
And at this moment, it was proving invaluable.
From his observations using the Eye of Peeping Secrets—combined with his own deductions—
Novak had reached a startling conclusion—
The primary cause of the biochemical outbreak in this world was directly linked to this "X Company."
The mere thought of it sent a thrill of anticipation through him.
A virus capable of ending the world—
If he could uncover its origins, the knowledge alone would be priceless.
Though, at first glance, this small factory complex hardly seemed like the global headquarters of a world-ending corporation—
Even if it was just a branch, it still held immeasurable value for exploration.
And Novak wasn't about to let that opportunity slip away.