8:14 am.
X-BASE (LEVEL-9 CLASSIFIED LOCATION)
Within a large office surrounded by white walls and numerous medals. A white-haired man sat with his back facing his desk, holding a transparent fist-sized stone with rainbow colours swimming in and out from it.
On his fingers holding the stone, streams of radiation escaped the stone as he absorbed the radiation into his body.
His body shook as his muscles vibrated, releasing shockwaves in between each oscillation as he absorbed the stone.
Very quickly, the stone turned transparent as the colours faded. In the next moment, the stone shattered to pieces.
The man inhaled and a hurricane of air stream shot into his nose. The moment he exhaled the wind howled and the surrounding space coalesced as an intense pressure overwhelmed the entire room.
"Ten points strength, not bad." The voice sounded rough and but it didn't seem as old as what his white hair portrayed.
"Ding!"
The door to the office rang. The man grunted and pressed down on the button on his desk.
A young lady putting on glasses walked carefully through the door, not daring to make too much noise as she spoke carefully.
"Major General sir, Subject 00 is now rogue. I witnessed him say the 'Hellscape' word."
Silence descended in the room but when the atmposheere was getting heavier and the young lady unbaake to take it any longer, the Major general spoke
"So be it."
"Sir, I propose sending in a group of elites down there to eliminate the threat."The young lady lowered her head and said with gritted teeth.
"He's not a threat any longer, neither would he ever be. The age of evolution his here. Instead of dividing our resources for some failed experiment, it would be better to farm more techniques, skill books and coins from this disaster to strength the new world." The man stroked the edge of his table as he spoke.
"The new president of the NUW(New United World) will accept those with extraordinary strength from each countries for special training to enter the Ancient World."
"Inform subject 01 to 1000 that I will be taking with me the first of those with Index value of 25. Otherwise, they can forget about entering the Ancient World. " Exuding an air of authority with every single word and movement.
Finally, the man turned, revealing half his face as he gazed at the young lady. "That includes you, Barbara."
* * *
Floor 49 an 45 had been affected by the crashing of the plane, deforming and destroying the rooms three floors down.
As he reached the 39th floor, he was beginning to hear the sounds more clearly. He reached another segment of the stairs and saw the door to the 39th floor was been frantically knocked on without rhythm.
Ryver sneered and he opened the door without hesitation.
In that instant, he reared backwards, avoiding a strike to his face. He kicked forcefully against the door, slamming the door against the zombie that had attacked him, and trapping half its body to the door.
The force pushed the other zombies backwards.
With the axe pointing downwards, he swung the axe vertically upwards, slicing and bisecting through the head of the zombie, the zombie fell backwards with the resultant force.
Forced backwards by the first zombie, the second male zombie growled, awkwardly pushing the first one away, it staggered towards Ryver.
Pulling the door open by the handle, he sidestep the male zombies grab as it staggered forwards.
He brought his leg forwards and kicked out. The zombie instantly fell of the stairs.
Ryver looked down the stairs and saw people rushing out from various floors panicking and screaming with fear as various zombies pounced and ripped them apart.
There were about two dozen of them on the stairs, with how many they were, the stairs on that particular floor immediately got crowded. The Undead jumped at them, taking bites after bites, tearing chunks of flesh and swallowing them with relish.
Screams of panic and fear could be heard. People pushed and shoved each other to the ground, without care, they stomped and trampled those who had fallen, only caring about themselves even stomping some of those who had fallen to death in the panic.
"Raauugghh!"
A zombie who was feasting on the liver and intestine of a twitching corpse immediately spotted Ryver up the stairs. It growled as it clumsily climbed the stairs, wanting to take a bite out of him.
The axe wheezed through the air and with a shriek, slashing through its skull. The zombie screeched as its head was been smashed, brain matter splattered on the wall and its head bounced against the wall, falling to the ground and died. Ryver took back his axe and hissed.
"Leave some food me you shrimp!"
He then began walking down the stairs after stabbing the brain of the corpse that had yet to turn. Ryver locked the hallway door behind him. He didn't want to be caught by surprise by any zombie.
Moving down the stairs, the angle was better and the zombies, much slower. In Ryver's eyes, they weren't much different from a motionless target.
He could also see two people on the stairs on the verge of death as the choke on their own blood, barely hanging in.
Ryver moved faster, breaking through the skulls of the zombies easily with the fire axe.
With a rushing thrill, he leapt upwards and smashed the skulls of the two people on the verge of death, instantly killing them as their brain matter squirted outward with a squelch sound.
[In cold blood, you have murdered Sofia Yamzi. Warm glove(common) dropped]
[1000x fold return has been successfully triggered!]
[ You have received a silver blood item: Tesla's glove!]
[Tesla's glove (Silver): Utilizes the energy in the body to create a 0.5 meter shield. Can hold out against attacks, tier-2 and below.]
[Search body to receive loot.]
[In cold blood, you have murdered, Fin Marston. 1 plexus coin dropped]
[10x fold return has been successfully triggered!]
[You have received 10 plexus coins!]
[Search body to receive loot.]
Ryver's maddened smile widened as he read through the notification. His killing intent exploded even more once he saw the attribute of the silver item.
Touching the single leather glove, it felt especially warm and as he wore it on his left hand, it fit snugly against his palm and arm.
A few soft material looking like metal stretched from the tips of his fingers, wounding tightly around the forearm.
Only problem was that, it was ugly and too long, stretching all the way to his elbow. The glove also wasn't well crafted but he could managed it.
A few seconds after putting on the glove, he felt it tighten against his palm, wrist and forearm.
Ryver raised his hand and looked down with a frown.
In that instant, he felt several thread like needles extend from the glove, stabbing straight into his flesh, fingers and bones like tens of parasites as they merged against his veins, wounding tightly round his finger bones and sinking into blood stream.
With that, a part of the glove turned crimson while other part remained dark.
Feeling the glove squirm as its tentacles dug dewpp inside his bones sucked on his blood, Ryver's frown deepened.
"Status."