The four scythes were swung simultaneously, which looked like an oversized lawn mower.
"Ugh!!!"
"Ugh!!!"
...
The harder the zombies rushed forward, the closer they came to their own death! The RV roared along the road, leaving behind a pile of unrecognizable corpses, indiscriminately heaped and soaked in thick plasma.
The sewer entrances had long been blocked—never designed to handle such grotesque substances.
The air was thick with the strong smell of blood, and with every breath, the nasal cavity was violently overwhelmed by it.
This stench was not something ordinary people could endure. Just a small whiff would cause incessant vomiting and could break even the strongest of wills.
Even Zach had to admit that the blood of zombies and monsters was more pungent and revolting than anything he'd encountered in peacetime, a gruesome combination of fermentation and decay.
Fortunately, Zach's high tolerance, coupled with the RV's built-in air purification and filtration system, shielded him from the worst of it.
The massive windshield ahead was already coated with a thick layer of blood plasma, occasionally accompanied by fragments like eyeballs and internal organs. The visibility was abysmal, despite the relentless effort of the wipers.
Boom! Rumble!
The RV occasionally collided with buildings, but they barely caused a scratch.
The vehicle's sturdy design was bolstered with SSS-level reinforcements. Even a full-force strike from a Sickle Rat could be endured twice; a third would push its limits.
Zach, disliking the intense jolt from the crashes, simply opened the side window, poked his head out, and compressed the air into a wall to block the splattering blood.
Thus, in the midst of a tide of corpses and monsters, he sped back and forth, slaughtering like mowing grass.
This scene left the survivors hiding in nearby buildings speechless.
Initially, they believed Zach was doomed, overwhelmed by so many zombies and monsters. They thought they could search for supplies after his certain demise, hoping for a stroke of luck to sustain themselves longer.
But reality proved them wrong.
That guy was a lunatic!
For a moment, it was hard to tell whether the zombie monsters were too weak or Zach was too strong.
None dared to interfere, fully aware they were out of their league.
The noise was deafening—a combination of the scythe blades spinning, cutting through flesh, and the roars of zombie monsters—but no one dared to complain.
Even muttered curses were kept at a negligible volume.
[Successfully killed the zombie! Congratulations to the host for getting 2 kill points!]
[Successfully killed the zombie! Congratulations to the host for getting 2 kill points!]
[Successfully killed the giant zombie! Congratulations to the host for getting 10 kill points!]
[Successfully killed the man-eating wolf! Congratulations to the host for getting 5 kill points!]
...
Despite Zach's swift and violent methods, the sheer number of zombie monsters took more than ten minutes to finish off.
By the end, the square was unrecognizable, offering no safe footing. The RV had taken on a horrifying hue—a blood-soaked crimson.
Zach pressed the button to halt the swinging Death Scythes.
Surveying the carnage, he muttered uncertainly, "If it's this messy, can it even be processed?"
"Never mind. Let's try it."
Following his usual routine, he began extracting and summoning.
[Extracting...]
[Extraction successful! Congratulations to the host for gaining strength attribute +1!]
[Extraction successful! Congratulations to the host for gaining speed attribute +5 and defense attribute +3!]
[Extraction successful! Congratulations to the host for gaining agility +5!]
...
The sheer volume of kills earned Zach over 4,000 points in strength alone. Attributes like speed, defense, and agility were all well into the thousands.
Just ten attribute points were enough to make a person a superhuman among the old human race, yet Zach wielded tens of thousands across multiple attributes.
"We can finally sleep in peace," murmured the onlookers, their hands no longer covering their ears.
But their relief was short-lived.
"Wait! Look over there! What are those?"
"Souls?"
[Calling...]
[Successful summoning! Congratulations to the host for getting the zombie undead!]
[Successful summoning! Congratulations to the host for getting the undead giant!]
[Successful summoning! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the undead wolf!]
...
The onlookers were dumbfounded as the once-dead zombie monsters began rising from the sea of blood, responding to Zach's call.
Kill as many as you want, summon as many as you want—none were left behind.
The resurrected creatures faced Zach, bowing before him as their center of worship.
"Why are they doing that?"
"Wait... are they bowing?"
"That's impossible! Zombies and monsters don't surrender to humans! They're just killing machines without emotions!"
"Could it be his skill?!"
"If it is, then it's SSS-level, no question!"
...
The spectacle left them speechless. These terrifying creatures, thought to be unrelenting murderers, submitted willingly to Zach.
The gate to the shadow world opened, a black hole swallowing the undead army and restoring the square to its grim silence—a silence more chilling than a cemetery.
Then came the finishing touch.
[Cooking...]
Zach looked hopeful. "Is this even possible?"
[Successful cooking! Congratulations to the host for getting canned meat +10,000!]
[Successful cooking! Congratulations to the host for getting canned offal +8,988!]
[Successful cooking! Congratulations to the host for getting the brittle bone can +3,425!]
...
The blood pools reversed their flow, condensing and morphing into cans that floated into the air.
"Wait," someone whispered. "Those canned goods... Could he be the Zach?"
"Zach? Who's that?"
"You don't know Zach?! He's the legendary figure who's dominated the rankings since the beginning!"