"Run."
That single word echoed in Fenris's mind.
Facing Grey was like staring into the jaws of a monster, and he realized there was no way he could beat him.
His best chance was to escape.
But could he even do that?
As Alph's body hit the ground with a lifeless thud, a notification flashed in Grey's vision:
Ding!
[You have killed human Alph Enderson]
[You have earned 425TP]
Grey's eyes narrowed as he did a quick calculation. With the points he'd collected, Alph's total had to have been around 1,700 tutorial points—surprisingly high for the first day of the apocalypse.
Grey frowned, his thoughts racing.
'How many people did these guys kill to rack up this many points?
"The apocalypse just started this morning. How could they advance so fast? And forming a group this strong so soon? None of this adds up."
Grey had been suspicious from the beginning.
