Apocalypse: Surviving as the God of a Tiny Cultivation Sect

Clayne’s face immediately turned pale the moment he realized what the date on the phone meant.

Two entire days.

He had been unconscious for two whole days without noticing anything.

The realization immediately made countless thoughts explode inside his mind continuously.

"Shit..."

Right afterward, panic immediately surged throughout his chest.

Because in his understanding, only one explanation made sense.

The military.

It had to be the military already.

Maybe while he remained unconscious inside the destroyed bathroom, the army had finally mobilized and swept the city clean from the undead.

The more Clayne thought about it, the more nervous he became.

Because if the military truly arrived already, then what about him?

What about his cultivation?

What about the tiny world?

What about the strange powers he possessed now?

Would they capture him the moment they found out?

Would they lock him inside some laboratory?

Would they experiment on him like a monster?

Or perhaps the military itself had already collapsed during those two days and stronger awakened humans had already taken over cities and survivor camps.

The more scenarios Clayne imagined, the more chaotic his thoughts became continuously.

Maybe fighter jets bombed the city already.

Maybe missiles flattened entire districts.

Maybe giant mutated monsters appeared during the two days he slept.

Maybe the undead evolved even further.

Maybe the government already collapsed completely.

Maybe the internet itself no longer existed.

Maybe humanity was already nearing extinction.

Or maybe...

The undead were not gone at all.

Maybe they merely gathered somewhere else.

The more Clayne thought about it, the heavier the pressure inside his chest became.

Because right now, he realized something terrifying.

He knew absolutely nothing about what happened during the two days he remained unconscious.

Nothing.

Meanwhile, the surrounding silence only made the atmosphere even more horrifying.

Then suddenly...

Clayne froze completely.

Because movement appeared in the distance.

At first, he thought his eyes were mistaken because the streets earlier looked empty.

But then...

More figures slowly emerged.

And more.

And more.

Immediately afterward, Clayne’s scalp turned numb.

Because the figures slowly filling the streets were undead.

A massive amount of undead.

Not merely dozens.

Hundreds.

No.

Possibly thousands.

The undead slowly walked throughout the nearby streets like a horrifying parade while endless growling sounds echoed throughout the surroundings continuously.

Some dragged broken legs.

Some crawled across roads.

Others limped unnaturally while black blood dripped continuously from torn flesh and exposed organs.

Several bodies already looked rotten beyond recognition.

Meanwhile, mixed among them...

Clayne suddenly spotted the terrifying special undead he encountered before.

The climbing types.

The ones that crawled throughout walls like monstrous spiders.

The moment he saw them again, his entire body immediately became tense instinctively.

Because he still remembered how horrifying those creatures were.

Their limbs bent unnaturally like giant insects while their movements remained unbelievably fast and terrifying.

And right now...

There were many of them.

Immediately afterward, Clayne’s breathing almost stopped.

Because the moment several undead slowly turned toward his direction...

His instinct immediately screamed at him.

Run.

That was the only thought left inside his head.

Without hesitation, Clayne immediately prepared to rush back inside the school building at full speed.

But then suddenly...

He paused.

Because one undead directly looked toward him.

Its gray rotten face slowly twisted while its dead eyes stared directly into his own.

For a brief moment, Clayne thought he was finished.

Yet strangely...

The undead merely continued walking afterward.

It ignored him completely.

Then another undead passed nearby.

Ignored him too.

Then another.

And another.

And another.

None of them reacted toward him.

Not even the climbing undead crawling throughout nearby walls and buildings paid attention toward him.

They simply passed by like he did not even exist.

The realization immediately struck Clayne afterward.

"The formation..."

Immediately afterward, Clayne finally understood.

The concealment formation from the Silent Sword Sect still remained active.

The mist array continuously distorted the undead senses and prevented them from properly perceiving the school territory.

To the undead...

He probably did not exist at all.

Immediately afterward, Clayne slowly released a breath of relief.

But the relief only lasted briefly.

Because soon afterward...

He noticed something horrifying.

The undead were not wandering aimlessly anymore.

No.

They were moving with purpose.

Slowly...

The massive undead groups throughout the nearby streets began gathering around apartment buildings and offices continuously.

Then soon...

The massacre started.

Crash!

Windows shattered violently throughout nearby apartments.

Boom!

Doors exploded apart continuously.

Meanwhile, the climbing undead instantly crawled upward throughout building walls like horrifying giant insects invading nests.

Their movements looked unbelievably fast.

Far faster than ordinary undead.

Some directly smashed through apartment windows.

Others tore apart doors violently.

Meanwhile, countless normal undead flooded staircases continuously like endless tides of corpses.

And then...

The screaming started.

Human screams.

One after another.

Not merely one or two.

But everywhere.

The horrifying cries continuously echoed throughout nearby buildings.

"HELP!"

"NO!"

"PLEASE!"

"THEY’RE INSIDE!"

"DON’T OPEN THE DOOR!"

"RUN!"

The screams spread everywhere continuously.

And soon afterward...

Clayne watched horrifying scenes unfold before his eyes nonstop.

A woman suddenly appeared near a nearby apartment window while screaming desperately for help.

Behind her, several climbing undead suddenly smashed through the room.

Immediately afterward, the woman screamed while something dragged her violently backward.

Blood splattered throughout the windows instantly.

Then silence followed.

Meanwhile, another apartment building suddenly erupted into complete chaos.

Several survivors desperately rushed downstairs attempting escape.

But the moment they reached the entrance...

The undead tide swallowed them completely.

The countless undead flooded toward them like slow moving lava drowning everything alive.

No escape.

No mercy.

The survivors disappeared beneath the overwhelming mass of corpses almost instantly.

Then afterward...

The horrifying chewing sounds started.

Meanwhile, more windows shattered continuously throughout surrounding buildings.

The climbing undead spread everywhere throughout walls and rooftops like monstrous ants invading prey nests.

They crawled through ceilings.

Walls.

Windows.

Balconies.

Ventilations.

Some even dragged screaming humans directly outside before tearing them apart alive.

The more Clayne watched, the colder his body became continuously.

Because the undead no longer looked chaotic.

No.

They looked organized.

Like predators systematically hunting prey.

Soon afterward...

Gunshots suddenly erupted nearby.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Several gunshots echoed continuously throughout the city.

Immediately afterward, multiple undead heads exploded apart.

But it changed nothing.

Because the undead horde kept advancing endlessly.

Meanwhile, more gunfire erupted throughout another building nearby.

Automatic rifles.

Pistols.

Shotguns.

Several survivors still resisted desperately throughout the city.

But compared to the overwhelming amount of undead surrounding them...

Their resistance looked insignificant.

Soon afterward...

The growling became louder.

Far louder.

The sounds of destruction continuously spread throughout the surroundings.

Doors breaking.

Glass shattering.

People screaming.

Undead roaring.

Buildings trembling.

The entire city sounded like hell itself.

And slowly...

The human screams started disappearing one by one.

Until eventually...

Only the undead remained.

Their horrifying growls drowned every other sound completely.

Meanwhile, Clayne remained frozen while staring toward the horrifying city silently.

Cold sweat slowly flowed down his back afterward.

Because right now...

He finally understood something clearly.

The undead were not defeated.

Not even close.

They were evolving. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Adapting.

Learning.

Then suddenly...

A faint cracking sound echoed nearby.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Immediately afterward, Clayne’s face completely changed.

Because he instantly recognized the sound.

The formation.

The concealment formation.

Immediately afterward, Clayne turned around quickly.

And there...

The mist formation surrounding the school had begun flickering unstably.

The spiritual qi sustaining it had become weak already.

Immediately afterward, horror completely filled Clayne’s eyes.

Because once the formation disappeared...

The endless undead horde outside would immediately notice the school.

And right now...

The city itself had already become an ocean of undead.

Immediately afterward...

Clayne turned around and ran back inside the school building with all his strength.