Apocalypse: Surviving as the God of a Tiny Cultivation Sect

Clayne silently watched the two boys climb upward afterward.

Their movements looked stiff and nervous the entire time, especially after seeing how effortlessly Clayne lifted himself earlier with one arm alone.

The two tailed students eventually climbed out of the broken restroom floor hole completely before standing awkwardly inside the bathroom.

Neither of them dared speaking first.

Meanwhile—

Clayne calmly turned around afterward and walked outside the restroom.

The two immediately followed behind him carefully.

The moment they entered the hallway—

Both boys instantly froze.

Because the entire stairway ahead looked horrifying.

Bodies.

Corpses everywhere.

Piled on top of each other so heavily that half the staircase became almost completely blocked.

Rotten faces.

Broken skulls.

Pierced heads.

Twisted limbs.

Destroyed jaws.

The stairs practically looked like a mountain of dead undead bodies.

And yet—

There was almost no terrible smell.

Only a faint rotten odor remained.

The two tailed students immediately stared around in horror afterward.

"He..."

One whispered weakly.

"...he killed all of them...?"

The other swallowed hard afterward while staring at the endless corpse pile.

"How is there barely any smell...?"

His voice sounded completely shaken afterward.

Normally—

A pile of corpses this massive should have smelled unbearable already.

Yet somehow—

The odor remained strangely weak.

Meanwhile—

Clayne calmly stopped walking afterward before finally turning toward them.

Then immediately—

His gaze became colder.

"Tell me about your tails."

The two boys instantly stiffened afterward.

Meanwhile—

Their fleshy tails behind them twitched nervously.

The two looked at each other afterward hesitantly.

Then eventually—

One of them answered carefully.

"We... we don’t really know much."

Clayne narrowed his eyes slightly afterward.

"What do you mean?"

The other boy quickly spoke afterward.

"They just appeared!"

"We’re serious!"

Meanwhile—

Clayne stared at them quietly afterward.

Then eventually—

He stepped slightly closer.

"Don’t lie."

The atmosphere instantly became heavier afterward.

The boys visibly panicked slightly.

"We’re not lying!"

"We swear!"

Then afterward—

One of them hurriedly continued explaining.

"At first we just got fever!"

"Really high fever!"

"We thought we were infected!"

The other quickly nodded afterward.

"Then our bodies started hurting everywhere!"

"It felt like our bones were being stabbed from inside!"

"And then..."

His face became slightly pale afterward.

"...these things came out."

The boy slowly pointed toward his tail afterward.

Meanwhile—

Clayne continued staring silently.

Then afterward—

He calmly asked again.

"That’s it?"

The boys immediately nodded desperately.

"That’s really it!"

"We don’t know anything else!"

Then suddenly—

Clayne’s voice became colder afterward.

"If I find out you’re lying..."

His eyes slowly moved toward the corpse pile nearby afterward.

"...I’ll throw both of you down there alive."

The two boys instantly trembled afterward.

"We’re not lying!"

"We swear!"

"We really don’t know!"

Then afterward—

Clayne kept questioning them repeatedly.

"When did the fever start?"

"How long until the tail appeared?"

"Did somebody infect you?"

"Did you eat something strange beforehand?"

"Did somebody inject you?"

"Did you notice changes before the mutation?"

Again and again—

He questioned them continuously.

The boys kept answering desperately.

Sometimes both answers matched.

Sometimes they contradicted each other slightly because of panic.

Then Clayne would glare harder afterward.

And immediately—

The boys would start correcting themselves fearfully.

Minutes continued passing afterward.

Meanwhile—

The two boys gradually looked increasingly close to crying.

Especially because Clayne kept repeating the same questions in different ways over and over again.

Honestly—

The pressure alone almost mentally broke them.

Eventually—

One of the boys suddenly looked like he could not take it anymore afterward.

"I swear!"

His eyes became red afterward.

"I swear we don’t know anything else!"

"We’re telling the truth!"

The other immediately nodded afterward while trembling badly.

"We really just changed!"

"We don’t know why!"

"Please stop asking like we’re hiding something!"

Then afterward—

The second boy nearly cried.

"We’re scared too!"

Only then—

Did Clayne finally relax slightly.

Because fear that genuine felt difficult faking.

Meanwhile—

Clayne silently nodded afterward.

"I see."

Then immediately afterward—

He calmly pointed toward their tails.

"What can those things do?"

The two boys looked slightly relieved afterward because the questioning finally changed.

Then eventually—

One answered carefully.

"They’re like... extra limbs."

The other slowly nodded afterward.

"We can move them naturally."

"Like arms."

"Or legs."

Then afterward—

The first boy demonstrated slowly.

The fleshy tail behind him suddenly lifted upward before smashing against the hallway wall.

Bang!

Concrete cracked slightly afterward.

Meanwhile—

Clayne silently watched carefully.

Then afterward—

The second boy demonstrated too.

His tail suddenly curled before stabbing toward the air rapidly several times.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

The movements looked surprisingly fast.

Meanwhile—

Clayne’s eyes remained focused the entire time.

Honestly—

He observed every movement extremely carefully.

The balance.

The muscle contractions.

The speed.

The range.

The angles.

Everything.

Then afterward—

The boys continued explaining further.

"We can grab things with them too."

"And balance easier." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"They’re stronger than normal arms."

The first boy suddenly used his tail to lift one dead zombie afterward.

Meanwhile—

The second used his tail to wrap around a metal chair leg before bending it slightly.

Clayne slowly nodded afterward with understanding.

Then eventually—

He asked another question.

"And the stingers?"

The two boys immediately stiffened slightly afterward.

Meanwhile—

One slowly answered.

"Mine produces acid."

The other swallowed hard afterward.

"...mine produces poison."

Clayne immediately pointed toward nearby undead corpses afterward.

"Show me."

The boys hesitated slightly.

Yet neither dared refusing.

Soon afterward—

The acid tailed boy approached one zombie corpse before stabbing the stinger into its flesh.

Ssssss!

Immediately—

The zombie flesh began melting afterward.

Black smoke slowly rose upward.

The flesh became disgusting liquid rapidly.

Meanwhile—

The poison tailed boy approached another corpse afterward.

Then—

He pierced it too.

Unlike the acid—

The corpse flesh did not melt.

Instead—

The skin gradually turned dark purple afterward.

Then black veins spread throughout the corpse rapidly.

The body began twitching strangely afterward before completely stiffening.

Meanwhile—

Clayne silently observed everything.

"I see..."

Then afterward—

He made them repeat it.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Each demonstration became increasingly detailed.

Clayne carefully studied the range.

The effects.

The speed.

The amount produced.

How long it lasted.

Whether exhaustion affected them.

Whether pain weakened the tails.

Everything.

The boys gradually became increasingly nervous afterward because Clayne kept studying them like experimental subjects.

Yet neither dared complaining.

Eventually—

Clayne finally nodded afterward.

"Enough."

He simply wanted certainty.

Nothing more.

Then afterward—

He calmly asked again.

"What about the others below?"

The two boys immediately answered honestly afterward.

"There are two other guys."

"One named Marco."

"The other named Jeth."

"Marco’s tail produces hardened spikes."

"Jeth’s can stretch farther than ours."

Then afterward—

One pointed downward slightly.

"The girls are named Alya and Denise."

"Alya can move really fast for short bursts."

"And Denise..."

He swallowed hard afterward.

"...her tail can release some kind of smell that attracts zombies."

Clayne immediately narrowed his eyes afterward.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

Then afterward—

He suddenly asked calmly.

"Can you two eat undead meat?"

Both boys instantly froze afterward.

Honestly—

They immediately understood where this conversation was heading.

And immediately—

Fear appeared on both their faces.

Meanwhile—

Clayne quietly watched them afterward.

The two boys hesitated heavily.

Then eventually—

One forced out a weak laugh afterward.

"You... you’re joking, right...?"

Meanwhile—

Clayne calmly answered.

"Your lives are in my hands."

The atmosphere instantly became heavier afterward.

"If you refuse doing what I say..."

His gaze slowly moved toward the corpse pile nearby afterward.

"...I’ll kill you."

Then afterward—

He continued calmly.

"But if you obey..."

"...at least there’s a chance."

The boys immediately became pale afterward.

Meanwhile—

Clayne added quietly.

"I just want knowing what happens."

The two boys instantly began begging afterward.

"Please don’t force us!"

"That’s disgusting!"

"What if we become monsters?!"

"What if we die?!"

One of them almost cried afterward.

"We already regret eating people!"

"We don’t want becoming even worse!"

The other desperately nodded afterward.

"Please!"

"We’ll do anything else!"

"Anything!"

Their begging gradually became increasingly hysterical afterward.

Honestly—

They sounded genuinely terrified.

Meanwhile—

Clayne silently watched them.

Then eventually—

He calmly answered.

"When all of you ate humans before..."

The boys instantly stiffened afterward.

"...when those people begged..."

Clayne’s eyes remained emotionless afterward.

"...did you spare them?"

Silence.

Complete silence afterward.

The two boys slowly lowered their heads afterward.

Neither could answer.

Because they remembered.

The screaming.

The crying.

The begging.

The desperation.

And how they ignored all of it because hunger became stronger than guilt.

Meanwhile—

Clayne casually tossed a coin upward afterward.

Clink.

Then he caught it again.

"You two decide."

The boys immediately looked at each other afterward.

Neither wanted volunteering.

"You do it."

"No way!"

"You!"

"Why me?!"

Then afterward—

One suddenly argued desperately.

"Your poison is safer!"

"My acid melts things!"

"What if acid reacts badly?!"

The other instantly cursed afterward.

"How the hell would I know?!"

Then eventually—

After several minutes of terrified arguing—

Both finally reached agreement.

The poison tailed boy would do it.

Meanwhile—

Clayne calmly pointed toward a dead undead corpse afterward.

"Go ahead."

The poison tailed student slowly approached the corpse afterward.

His body visibly trembled.

Meanwhile—

Clayne silently watched without blinking.

The boy stared toward the rotten zombie flesh afterward with complete disgust.

Then slowly—

He cut a very small piece using shaking fingers.

The rotten meat looked horrifying.

Dark.

Rotting.

Disgusting.

The smell alone almost made him vomit.

Meanwhile—

The student hesitated heavily afterward.

Then immediately—

Clayne calmly pressured him again.

"Eat it."

The poison tailed student closed his eyes afterward.

Then finally—

He slowly put the small piece of undead flesh into his mouth reluctantly.