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Surviving A Doomsday Apocalypse

At the end of the world, all kinds of bizarre beasts have become rampant. The [DD-Virus] showed mercy on a young man just as he was about to pass away, allowing him to become a carrier for the disease. To put it another way, he is an infectious agent. What kind of person am I now? I can no longer be referred to as "human," but at the same time, I have progressed beyond what is considered "human." I am the source of all the dark and violet human experiments.  I am the God and death of you all, for I am the hunter now.

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Chapter-45

"Captain, do you want to take another risk and see how many people from this new group of refugees can make it back alive?"

The previous sentrymen stationed at the entrance to the heavily defended Michellien fortress were getting restless with their weapons in their hands. The monotonous duties and extended periods of standing at the post made them uneasy.

The only people who are likely to experience feelings of boredom are those who work for very large companies. The remaining exiles in the wilderness are essentially just wandering around in order to satiate their hunger and defend themselves from the wild animals.

They were even waiting for a long-lost monster siege at this point in time, and the anti-device heavy sniper rifle that they held in their hands was already hungry and thirsty.

These guards are tedious and they simply place bets on the number of survivors who accepted the mission to hunt and kill the deceased.

The alcohol that an individual is permitted to possess is the "bet," which is determined by the company.

In point of fact, several groups of refugees have been seen going to the streets of the dead prior to hunting live corpses.

However, in its most basic form, it was a terrible loss, and even the entire team gave up.

The safe return of grey spar is only possible for a select few baptists who possess extraordinary skill, and it is only natural that these influential individuals meet the requirements to enter the fort.

"As long as they don't have any internal contradictions, only two of them can come back, but I bet the thin young man can come back in the end," the commentator said, referring to the fact that there were two Baptists on the team this time.

The stalwart guard captain leaned against the wall, said nonchalantly while smoking a cigarette, and then took the other two cigarettes from his pocket as a bet and threw them to his men. He then continued smoking the cigarette he was smoking.

Several of the guards' eyes lit up in a startled manner when they saw the two cigarettes. You are required to be aware that in these recent times, cigarettes have a higher value than alcohol. It is impossible for regular people to get cigarettes because only elite companies are allowed to distribute them. Pumped.

"Captain, are you sure you want to place a wager on that person with the little white face? Why don't you have the appearance of a mutant?"

A guard asked, seemingly unsure.

"What, you're so dim that you can only see the mutant with your eyes? And how straightforward is it for the truly powerful to reveal themselves to you? In these latter days, there are only those two guys who boast of being warriors and hunters among the remaining people. At this point in their lives, they have reached their maximum potential."

As the captain of the third-order power-type Doomsday warrior, he dismissed his men and taught them a meal before stopping all conversation. Taking into consideration the innocent look that was present in the eyes of the young man, we can conclude that he is not a person. Characters with a simple nature.

I simply cannot fathom the motivation behind his desire to conceal his power, which has also aroused the intense interest of the captain.

The only role available to the Mutant of the third order within the fortress is that of captain of the security force. It is plainly obvious how formidable the in-house resources of the major mercenary companies are!

I found myself in the middle of a situation in which everyone was becoming increasingly agitated as the temperature continued to rise.

Suddenly!

The first person could be seen standing smack dab in the middle of the winding road, with the blazing sun directly in front of them.

This figure is Alex. He is wearing a black hooded sweater, and he has no expression on his face as he walks calmly towards the entrance to the fortress.

The security personnel were shocked to discover that the young man, whom they despised, did not appear to be hurt in any way. Is it possible that he was frightened as a result of the fact that he did not go with the team to hunt the zombies, but instead escaped halfway through?