Apocalypse: King of Zombies

Chapter 513 - 513: Now he doesn’t have to be sad anymore

Dylan whipped his head around—and froze.

Somehow, without him noticing, someone had appeared right beside him. The man stood tall and straight, strikingly handsome, dressed in a crisp white shirt that seemed almost too clean for this world.

"Wha—"

Dylan's eyes went wide, his face twisted in shock. He stumbled back two steps, already recognizing who it was.

"The Zombie King from L.A.?!"

He turned to Mia, voice rising in disbelief. "Mia! You—You actually brought the Zombie King here?!"

"Aaahhh—!"

Screams erupted around them. Dr. Morgan's re

One by one, the Awakeners cracked. The moment they saw the drone footage of the massive horde heading their way, all their bravado vanished. No one wanted to be the reason Mount Elbert turned into a graveyard.

Dylan felt cold sweat trickle down his back.

He glanced around, realizing with growing dread that no one was backing him up. Not a single person was willing to stand against the Zombie King.

Shit. Did I just screw myself?

Maybe if I take it back now… would that even work?

But Ethan was already walking toward him, each step radiating pressure like a tidal wave. The air around him shimmered with the force of his Absolute Domain, the energy pulsing like a heartbeat.

Dylan's legs buckled. He stumbled back until he hit the wall, heart pounding like a drum.

"Wait—please! Don't kill me! I'll cooperate! I swear!"

Ethan's voice was flat, emotionless. "Too late."

He raised his hand, ready to strike.

But just then, someone shoved through the crowd—a gray-haired man, face pale with panic.

"Dylan! Dylan! Are you okay?!"

The man's voice cracked with desperation. He was clearly Dylan's father—and one of the top administrators of the shelter. The moment he heard his son was in danger, he'd rushed over without a second thought.

His eyes were red, tears brimming as he looked at Ethan. Then, without hesitation, he dropped to his knees with a loud thud.

"Please! I'm begging you—don't kill my son! Spare him, just this once!"

"My wife and daughter… they're already gone. The apocalypse took them. He's all I have left. Please, I'm begging you…"

"If someone has to die, then take me instead! I'll go in his place!"

The old man sobbed, snot and tears streaming down his face. His voice cracked with grief, raw and desperate. The sight was gut-wrenching—enough to make even the coldest heart ache.

Dr. Morgan stepped forward, hesitating. "If you kill Dylan… that old man will have no one left. He's already lost everything. It'd be… cruel."

Ethan tilted his head slightly. "Hmm. You're right."

Then, with a flick of his wrist, a gleaming Tachi appeared in his hand.

In one smooth motion, he slashed.

The old man's head flew from his shoulders, blood spraying across the pristine white tiles in a violent arc of red.

Ethan lowered the blade, his voice calm as ever. "Now he doesn't have to be sad anymore."

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