A blonde woman streaked with silver hid inside a bedroom, every door and window sealed with steel plates to keep monsters out.
The silver-haired beauty curled up, terrified. Sporadic scuffing echoed down the corridor—something unknown prowling on all fours.
She could still picture how those monsters had burst in and slaughtered everyone; even professional mercenaries had turned into zombies.
It felt like a nightmare. Hungry and exhausted, she clung on.
Bang! Bang! The creatures rammed the door, scenting live flesh; the smell drove them into a frenzy.
Hunger never ends—only the urge to feed remains.
Boom! With every impact the woman trembled. An ordinary soul with little courage, she bit her lip to stay silent.
Extreme tension breaks people fast.
Right now she even resented her son—why choose such perilous work?
Once she'd lived in comfort; now she cowered in deep forest, safety a memory.
No high-society parties, no delicate pastries, none of the life she'd prized.
Boom! Brute force tore the steel plate free with a teeth-grating shriek.
The beauty shrieked as claws dragged her from the wardrobe.
Fetid fangs neared her throat; she felt death's scythe and screamed.
Crunch! A magnetic field crushed the lizard-like beast into pulp, bloody scraps drifting mid-air.
An instant later she was yanked aside; where she'd lain, a venomous spike shot up.
A colossal scorpion leapt out, car-sized pincers suggesting a diet of pig-feed steroids.
Jessica and Lisa grabbed a claw each and pried, cracking the monster like a walnut.
They tore the scorpion in half; when its tail whipped, Hilda's roundhouse severed the sting.
A beast that could flip tanks was brutally ripped apart by three women.
The slaughter thrilled Jessica; only carnage or her unique medicine could sate her bloodlust.
Killing humans was taboo—monsters were fair game.
Eddie activated the magnetic field, pulverizing every creature and mutated viper. Five-on-one was over before a punch was thrown.
"Who are you? Save me faster—my lawyers will hear of this!" The woman turned venomous, gratitude gone.
Penniless she'd whimpered like a stray dog; safe again, she flaunted the ugliness of high-society arrogance.
Repulsive—and still attractive, a woman whose soul was filth beneath the polish.
Eddie flicked a hand; she levitated, legs kicking. He loathed such polished shells hiding rot. "Name?"
"Cough—put me down!" Invisible gravity choked her words.
"Your name," Eddie repeated, frost in his voice—this was Simmons's mother, his enemy's blood.
"Stacy! Cough—release me!" She writhed, outraged by the indignity.
"Simmons is dead—self-injected. I'm Eddie, his nemesis." He flicked her to the floor.
"You dare show your face!" Stacy shrieked, silver-streaked hair shaking, every ruin traced to him.
"Still arrogant? I killed Simmons—what will you do?" Eddie lit a cigarette, savoring the revenge.
Family vendetta? Once he'd feared it; now his wings were ironclad.
Neither the Western Federation nor other regional clans dared cross Eddie.
This bioweapon terror proved it: healers save lives, yet also kill unseen.
Stacy felt primal dread, voice stammering, "W-what do you want?"
"Only to watch my enemy's family fall. Look at you—pathetic!" For Eddie, people were family or foes—nothing between.
"Please—don't kill me! I'll do anything!" A hint of cruelty broke her nerve.
Survival clicked: dignity belongs to the living.
"Anything?" Eddie's gaze danced with mockery.
"Anything! Please!" Stacy shed all pride; some never admit fault, others beg to breathe longer.
"Good—you finally understand." Eddie shoved her back into the bedroom.
Meanwhile, on the East Coast, Simmons—now a monstrous fly—rampaged mindlessly.
Yet in death's shadow he'd spared his mother, ensuring Stacy would not die in agony.
Whether she became a brood-mare or met worse, he no longer cared—living was enough.
Chapter 636: Daughter Kailie's Cigarette
Unlike Alex and the others, Alyssa's passion was reporting hidden truths as a journalist-host, occasionally playing housewife to husband and daughter.
In disaster some wept, some fought; vile ones looted and schemed.
None expected the assault to flirt with world war—this time humanity versus monsters, not man versus man.
Beyond nukes and heavy missiles, every ordnance saw use—railguns included.
Man-controlled bioweapons and long-debated cyborg legions joined the fray.
Better short-lived cyborgs fill the abyss than human lives.
The crisis exposed every flaw—response times, firepower, logistics—some absurd.
East Coast fell under Simmons; The Pentagon under Arias.
The A-San Region's Lanxiang City in the Indian Ocean went to other terrorists; elsewhere was mere spill-over.
On Goddess Island sparks flickered as Eddie arrived with Stacy at the teleport zone.
He found Marguerite. "Take her. Teach her manners elsewhere. Tell Monica to help."