The image of a petite figure, standing a full head shorter than most, lacked the visual dominance of the Onee-san form. From a height of hundreds of meters, she seemed even smaller—a detail that diminished her as a perceived threat. To the men watching, it was little wonder they didn't take Miria seriously.
But their judgment felt cruel. Seeing Miria approach the massive zombie, one observer couldn't help but feel disgusted with Zach. To send such a small child to distract monsters—what kind of person does that?
Rage welled up in the observer's chest. A person like that deserves punishment from heaven. Die!
His silent condemnation was interrupted by an incredible sight. Miria, undaunted, reached behind her and produced an oversized gun from thin air. Holding it with ease, she aimed it at the cement block hurled by the colossal zombie—a projectile as deadly as a meteor hammer—and fired.
Boom!
The shot shattered the block midair. Though the zombie narrowly avoided a fatal blow, the bullet tore a massive hole through its shoulder. Even its head wasn't spared: the edge of its brain was grazed, and much of its protective helmet was obliterated.
Its left arm hung uselessly, connected by only a few strands of flesh. Without bones or regenerative power, the limb was effectively dead.
The observer's disbelief deepened. The weapon in Miria's hands was far beyond anything he'd encountered. How could a single shot achieve what hundreds of rounds and missiles couldn't?
Meanwhile, the zombie, relentless in its attack, prepared to throw another cement block at Miria. She anticipated its move, firing again. This time, her bullet pierced its skull, putting the creature down for good.
The observer finally realized the truth: Zach and Miria were far more dangerous than they seemed.
[Giant Zombie successfully killed! Congratulations to the host for earning 5 kill points!]
In the chaos, the man piloting the fighter jet saw an opportunity to flee. Turning his aircraft, he accelerated into the distance.
But Zach had no intention of letting him escape. Stamping his foot onto the trembling ground, he roared, "Come out!"
The earth quaked violently. Cracks radiated outward, and the ground beneath Zach's feet erupted as the Towering Centipede King emerged. Its gargantuan body, as wide as a house, spiraled upward like a coiling serpent.
With practiced ease, Zach leapt onto its head. The towering centipede surged skyward, quickly closing the distance to the fleeing jet.
Inside the cockpit, the pilot's confidence gave way to panic. Glancing back, he saw the centipede's massive form winding through the clouds. And then, with a sickening jolt, Zach landed on the jet's canopy.
Zach's hands gripped the metal hatch with crushing strength, peeling it open as if it were no more than foil. The man inside recoiled in terror.
"You… What are you doing? Don't mess around!" he stammered, fear distorting his voice.
Zach didn't bother responding. Instead, he reached in, grabbed the pilot by the collar, and tore him from his seat—seatbelt and all.
With effortless strength, Zach hurled the man, who stood nearly 1.8 meters tall, over ten meters into the air. Below, the Towering Centipede King waited with its maw agape. The man didn't even have time to scream before he was swallowed whole.
[Kill successful! Congratulations to the host for unlocking E-Class fighter proficiency, automatically upgraded to SSS-Class fighter mastery!]
Zach turned his attention to the damaged fighter jet. Climbing inside, he commanded the centipede to release its grip. The jet, though battered, began to transform under Zach's influence.
[Strengthening... Strengthening successful! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a supersonic fighter: Cluster Bomber!]
The upgraded jet gleamed, its systems enhanced and damage fully repaired. Zach tested its capabilities, performing stunts and marveling at its cluster bomb system—a weapon capable of devastating entire areas with a single strike.
His plan was simple: use his map-wide monster-absorption ability to draw every zombie within a ten-kilometer radius into a single, concentrated area. Then, unleash the bomber's full arsenal to annihilate them in one go. With unlimited ammunition at his disposal, firepower was no concern.
But just as he prepared to regroup, a sharp sound cut through the air—gunshots.
Zach glanced down to see a group of humans gathered on the ground, their guns aimed skyward. They laughed and jeered, treating him as nothing more than a moving target.
"Damn, he's too fast. I can't hit him!" one grumbled.
"Whoever shoots him down gets my stash of spicy strips!" another shouted, raising the stakes.
Among them, one man crouched, hauling a weapon onto his shoulder. It wasn't a rifle this time, but a rocket launcher.
"I've had enough of him showing off," he growled, locking onto Zach's jet. His rocket, equipped with tracking capabilities, was far deadlier than the bullets peppering the air.
As the rocket launcher locked on, Zach smirked. These humans, too, were about to learn what it meant to challenge him.