The rhythm of the battle was lightning fast.
Hundreds of spectators held their breath.
Even Nanshiriya, who secretly rooted for the big boss Pursuer, found herself drawn in.
Though her loyalties differed… she had to admit it.
The adventurers fought brilliantly.
When the billboard slammed down precisely on the Pursuer and the flames from the Molotov engulfed it, the onlookers erupted in another wave of ecstatic cheers.
Pig King shouted, "That was insanely good!"
Time Traveler yelled, "Haven't seen a fight this satisfying in ages!"
South Mountain Guest nodded. "A textbook-perfect takedown."
Nekomi Momo asked, "Is it dead?"
White Fawn added, "It should be, right?"
Blackstone Hammer King snorted, "If it survives this, it's being downright rude!"
"Relax!"
"We won already!"
"Blackstone Town's adventurers have defeated the monster!"
The crowd cracked open sodas in celebration.
But the four adventurers inside the realm didn't dare relax.
They remembered what happened last time.
No mistakes.
Wind-Sleeps-In-The-Breeze and Bright-Moon-Over-Snow dropped their empty guns and approached cautiously with pistols in hand.
They didn't even get close enough to inspect the crushed monster when a deep, guttural roar burst from beneath the rubble.
"It's not dead!"
Both adventurers froze.
The crowd outside went silent again.
In the blink of an eye—
A mutilated, twisted figure exploded from the debris, lunging straight at them. Bright-Moon-Over-Snow fired desperately, but a pistol wasn't nearly enough.
Three tentacles pierced her body.
One of them stabbed directly through her heart.
"D… damn it…!"
She collapsed in fury and unwillingness.
The creature no longer resembled anything human. A mass of scorched flesh, ruptured tumors, and distorted limbs. Its arms were completely destroyed, but more tendrils had grown from the torso, serving as both limbs and weapons.
Wind-Sleeps-In-The-Breeze stumbled back.
A tentacle wrapped around his neck.
A massive force dragged him toward the monster.
Just when death seemed certain—
A roaring engine sounded above them.
White Crane Hermit leapt from the low rooftop behind them, chainsaw screaming to life.
The spinning teeth tore into the Pursuer's body instantly, spraying blood and flesh everywhere.
"Die!"
He carved into the monster furiously, shredding tendrils and rupturing its already weakened body.
Wind-Sleeps-In-The-Breeze dropped free.
He rolled, grabbed Bright-Moon-Over-Snow's fallen pistol, and opened fire.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The bullets staggered the monster.
White Crane Hermit seized the moment. He slammed the chainsaw into the creature's face. Metal teeth ground through flesh, ripping bone and skull apart.
He sawed straight through the middle.
The Pursuer's body went limp.
The terrifying monster—this killing machine—finally fell.
Of the four adventurers, only White Crane Hermit and Wind-Sleeps-In-The-Breeze survived. The battle had been brutal, but the outcome was undeniable.
They had defeated the boss.
It was savage.
Shocking to behold.
But before anyone could exhale—
A shrill alarm blared across the nearby streets.
The sound pierced the entire city.
Faces went pale.
"No… this is bad. That noise will trigger a corpse tide!"
White Crane Hermit barked, "Into the safe room! Now!"
If every zombie in the city converged here, it would be catastrophic.
They sprinted back to the plaza.
But this time, the safe room door wouldn't open.
The electronic lock required five minutes.
And the howling of thousands of zombies echoed from every direction.
"This tsunami of zombies… I've never heard anything like this!"
Wind-Sleeps-In-The-Breeze panicked. "We can't hold for five minutes. This is suicide!"
White Crane Hermit stayed calm.
"No. Kanzaki Ren would never design a hopeless trap. There must be a method. There has to be… and it's right here."
He scanned the surroundings.
Only one thing stood out.
The armored vehicle that transported the Pursuer.
He climbed onto the roof.
There—mounted on top—was a massive multi-barrel rotary machine gun.
Information surged into his mind upon touching it.
M134 Vehicle-Mounted Heavy Minigun. Rate of fire: 6000 rounds per minute.
At the same time—
Wind-Sleeps-In-The-Breeze found entire crates of ammunition belts inside the vehicle.
White Crane Hermit burst into laughter. "So that's it! So that's the answer!"
They split duties instantly.
Wind-Sleeps-In-The-Breeze hauled ammunition.
White Crane Hermit manned the gun.
The street ahead was already swarming.
Zombies.
Thousands.
Tens of thousands.
A black tide.
A roaring tsunami of death.
The sight alone made the scalp crawl.
An epic, apocalyptic spectacle.
The adventurers braced themselves.
"Come, you filthy corpses. Taste this!"
White Crane Hermit unleashed the minigun.
A roaring storm of metal bullets tore across the streets.
Limbs exploded.
Zombies shredded.
Blood and bone sprayed in arcs.
It was a symphony of iron and blood.
The purest form of violent beauty.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"All of you die!"
White Crane Hermit's face flushed with exhilaration.
He felt like a living meat grinder.
Six thousand rounds per minute.
More than a hundred kills per sweep.
Zombies toppled like wheat.
Glorious.
Unrestrained.
Euphoric.
He had never felt this alive.
This was the thrill only the Frenzy Apocalypse could deliver.
In his lifetime, he had fought seventy or eighty thousand battles.
But never—not once—had he felt joy as pure and explosive as this.
Years of pent-up frustration erupted from his chest with every squeeze of the trigger.
This final sequence…
Was Kanzaki Ren's hidden gift to the adventurers.
Ordinary zombies cost nothing.
He could spawn as many as he wanted.
So why not build a grand spectacle, elevate the experience, and let the adventurers revel in catharsis?
The more fun they had, the more spirit energy they produced.
The higher the drop rate would climb.
Unlike other lords who intentionally suppressed drop rates, Kanzaki Ren wanted to increase them.
This battle did both.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Roar after roar.
Fury unbound.
White Crane Hermit fired tens of thousands of rounds.
A true sea of corpses.
A true river of blood.
Bodies piled into hills.
Organs and flesh littered the streets.
Several thousand zombies fell within minutes.
The spectacle was indescribable.
"Old Master! The door's open!"
Wind-Sleeps-In-The-Breeze shouted. "Let's go!"
"Good!"
White Crane Hermit could already see Tank zombies approaching.
The ammo was nearly gone.
Time to leave.
Satisfied, he followed Wind-Sleeps-In-The-Breeze into the safe room.
Challenge complete.
Stage cleared.
The battle against the Pursuer had been a rollercoaster.
And the final mowing-down segment defied all imagination.
The onlookers exploded.
"Holy hell! That was insane! Watching from outside got my blood boiling! I can't imagine how it felt inside!"
"This design deserves a medal!"
"Brilliant!"
"The whole thing was like a cinematic masterpiece!"
"I have to beat the Pursuer. Even if not for loot, just for that final mowing phase, I HAVE to beat it!"
"That wasn't just a battle—that was a visual feast!"
"No other lord's secret realm delivers thrill like this!"
"Kanzaki Ren is a genius!"
The quality of Stage Two of the Frenzy Apocalypse…
Absolutely outclassed every secret realm in Blackstone Town.
It shattered their understanding of what a dungeon could be.
No one could have imagined such scale, intensity, and spectacle.
But that wasn't the final surprise.
When White Crane Hermit completed the stage…
A message appeared:
[You have successfully cleared Stage Two of the "Frenzy Apocalypse" secret realm. You obtained: Pursuer Soul +1!]