Smoke filled the air.
Cars burning.
People screaming.
Zombies running like say dem no pay rent for life.
Daniel stood in the middle of the chaos.
Sweat on his face.
Tire iron in his hand.
One dead zombie at his feet.
"…Omo."
He looked left.
More zombies.
Looked right.
More problems.
Looked up—
"…God abeg, I no sign up for this oh."
Then—
The blue screen flickered again.
Bright.
Clear.
Floating like say na VIP notification.
[SYSTEM ONLINE][WELCOME, COMMANDER]
Daniel blinked slowly.
"…Ehn?"
He waved his hand through the screen.
Nothing.
Still there.
"…Ah."
Pause.
"…So this one no be hallucination?"
[CONFIRMED: NOT HALLUCINATION]
Daniel jumped.
"AH! YOU DEY TALK?!"
[YES, COMMANDER]
He looked around.
"…Who dey talk? Show yourself!"
[I AM THE SYSTEM]
Silence.
"…System ke?"
Pause.
"…Like game system?"
[AFFIRMATIVE]
Daniel scratched his head.
"…Omo…"
He looked at the burning cars.
Zombies chasing people.
People screaming like say exam just start.
Then back at the screen.
"…So… make I understand."
He pointed around.
"…World don spoil finish…"
"…People don turn to takeaway meat…"
"…and you dey tell me say I get system?"
[CORRECT]
Long silence.
"…Hehehe…"
Daniel laughed.
Not normal laugh.
That "I don accept my fate" laugh.
"…Okay oh."
He stood properly.
Adjusted his grip on the tire iron.
"…So wetin you fit do?"
The screen changed.
[OPENING COMMAND INTERFACE]
💠 A full panel appeared.
Clean.
Organized.
Dangerously beautiful.
📊 STATUS
Name: Daniel
Rank: Recruit
KP: 10
SP: 5
Multiplier: ×5
Daniel leaned closer.
"…Ah ah."
"…KP 10? SP 5?"
[KILL POINTS: EARNED FROM ELIMINATING THREATS][SURVIVAL POINTS: EARNED FROM SURVIVING EVENTS]
"…Oho."
"…So if I kill more…"
[YOU GAIN MORE POWER]
Daniel smiled slowly.
"…This one sweet."
Then—
A zombie screamed behind him.
"RAAAAAAAH!!"
Daniel turned.
"…Ah."
Three zombies.
Running.
Fast.
"…Why una no dey tired?!"
[WARNING: HOST IN DANGER]
"YOU THINK I NO KNOW?!"
He ran.
🏃 Dodging cars.
Jumping obstacles.
Heart pounding.
"…System! Any help or na only advice you dey give?!"
[MISSION AVAILABLE]
"…Now you remember??"
[FIRST MISSION: SURVIVE][OBJECTIVE: ELIMINATE 5 ZOMBIES][REWARD: GACHA SPIN + WEAPON UNLOCK]
Daniel stopped running.
"…Wait."
Turned slowly.
"…You say make I kill FIVE???"
Behind him—
Zombies getting closer.
"…Omo… I never even recover from the first one!"
[MISSION ACTIVE]
"…You wicked oh."
The zombies lunged.
Daniel gritted his teeth.
"…Alright."
He raised the tire iron.
"…If na fight you want…"
He stepped forward.
"…na fight you go get."
First zombie came.
CLANG!!
Hit.
Second one lunged.
He dodged.
Slipped.
Almost fell.
"AH! This ground no get respect!"
He rolled.
Swung again.
CRACK!!
Second zombie down.
"…Two."
Third one grabbed his shirt.
"HEY! THIS ONE NA NEW SHIRT OH!!"
He elbowed it.
Hard.
THUD
Then smashed its head.
"…Three."
Breathing heavy now.
"…Omo… this thing no easy."
Two more left.
They rushed together.
"…Ah ah! Line up! One by one! No be group project!"
They didn't listen.
He ran.
Climbed on a car.
"…Come na!"
They tried to climb.
Bad idea.
Daniel smashed one.
CRACK!!
"…Four."
Last one grabbed his leg.
"AHH! YOU DON CATCH ME??!"
He struggled.
Kicked.
Almost fell—
Then—
One final swing.
CRACK!!!
Zombie dropped.
Silence.
Daniel stood there.
Panting.
Sweating.
Alive.
"…Five."
Pause.
"…OMO I DON DO AM!!"
The screen flashed.
[MISSION COMPLETE][REWARD: GACHA SPIN UNLOCKED]
Daniel froze.
"…Gacha?"
Slow smile.
"…OMO."
"…This one don sweet pass everything."