Apocalypse: King of Zombies

Chapter 107 MAX...

"Do you guys think... if AI keeps evolving, will it eventually replace humanity?" a short, chubby young man asked.The girl next to him replied, "I think it's very possible. At headquarters, there was even a case where an AI tried to deceive re

"Wait a second!" The girl suddenly called out, her brow furrowing even deeper.

"Huh? What now?" The group turned to her, puzzled.

But the girl's expression had grown incredibly grim, her face pale with an overwhelming sense of dread. A suffocating feeling of danger washed over her, making her heart pound wildly. It was as if death itself was looming over her.

"There's... something else nearby," she said, her voice trembling.

"Where?" The five men, seeing how serious she was, immediately tensed up, scanning their surroundings.

The girl clenched her teeth, her psychic energy spreading out as she tried to pinpoint the source. Suddenly, her eyes widened in sheer terror.

"He's right—"

Before she could finish her sentence, her body froze. Her mouth hung open, but no sound came out.

A tall, slender figure materialized behind her, as if emerging from thin air.

Without hesitation, the figure reached out, plunging a hand into her skull and pulling out a glowing crystal core.

"You guessed right. Your reward is death," Ethan said coldly.

The girl's lifeless body crumpled at his feet, her wide-open eyes still frozen in terror, capturing the fear she felt in her final moments.

"Hiss..." The three young men gasped sharply, instinctively taking a few steps back.

The white shirt. The strikingly handsome face.

It couldn't be...

A horrifying realization began to dawn on them, and their expressions turned to sheer panic.

"Who said there weren't any powerful zombie kings around here?"

"FUCK! How was I supposed to know he'd show up here?!" The chubby young man's teeth were chattering as he spoke.

The zombie king standing before them wasn't just any ordinary threat. He was the nightmare of Genesis Biotech and the undisputed ruler of Los Angeles. His dominance was so absolute that he was on the verge of becoming the sole overlord of the region.

Among the remaining zombie nests in the city, there were few—if any—that could stand against him.

"We're screwed. Running into him is a death sentence!" the tall man muttered, his voice trembling.

"Not necessarily!" The leader of the group narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the cyborg standing beside him.

This was their last hope.

The plan was simple: sacrifice the cyborg to buy some time. If it could hold off the zombie king for even a moment, they might have a slim chance to escape. Slim, but better than nothing.

However, the cyborg was already staring at Ethan, a green laser scanning across its eyes.

"Scanning... Evolution level: S. Combat power: MAX. Insufficient database. Unable to calculate... Simulating 10,000 combat scenarios... All result in failure."

"Conclusion: Target is unbeatable. Initiating self-preservation protocol: retreat."

The cyborg's mechanical voice finished its analysis, and without hesitation, it began stepping backward. Then, in a flash, it turned and bolted, moving at an incredible speed.

"Wait, what?!"

The three men were dumbfounded, their faces plastered with expressions of disbelief.

What the hell just happened?

They had planned to use the cyborg as a decoy while they escaped, but it had taken off before they even had a chance to run.

The cyborg wasn't just a mindless machine blindly following orders. It had an advanced AI capable of independent thought. And when it realized it couldn't win, it made the logical choice: run for its life.

"Goddammit! I was just praising it earlier, but now it feels like it's worse than the first generation!" the leader cursed through gritted teeth.

The chubby man added, "This isn't the time to complain! We need to run too!"

"RUN!" the leader shouted, spinning around to flee.

But in that instant, all three of them froze.

Their bodies felt as if they were trapped in quicksand, weighed down by an immense pressure. Their bones creaked and popped under the strain, and they couldn't move a muscle.

Their speed was no match for the terrifying Domain of the Dead that Ethan had unleashed. The oppressive force spread out, enveloping them completely.

Ethan moved in a blur, his figure flashing past the three men. In his hand, a sleek tachi materialized, its blade gleaming ominously. With a single, fluid motion, he swung the blade in a wide arc.

Schlunk!

The razor-sharp tachi sliced cleanly through their skulls, as if cracking open watermelons. Their heads split open, and three glowing crystal cores popped out, spinning through the air.

With a casual wave of his hand, Ethan collected both the bodies and the crystal cores. Then, without a word, his figure vanished into the shadows, leaving no trace of his presence.

"This... this is what combat power MAX looks like?" Big Ears muttered, his eyes wide with awe. He was completely stunned.

Watching Ethan kill three Awakeners was like watching someone casually stroll through a park. It was effortless, almost lazy.

"Uh... boss, what does MAX even mean?" one of Big Ears' elite underlings asked curiously.

"You idiot! I keep telling you your IQ is too low. How do you not know what MAX means?!" Big Ears snapped, glaring at him with disdain. After a moment, he sighed and explained, "MAX... it means 50."

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