Doomsday: with unlimited warehouse system



Hearing the voice, the Duke who was about to go down to the third floor immediately stopped in his tracks and stood there, stunned.

"It's now!" A glint of coldness flashed in David's eyes. He leaped quickly and thrust his alloy dagger towards the Duke. Fatso also lifted his large cleaver, ready to strike the Duke's head. Charles and Arnold positioned themselves on either side, blocking his way.

"Hahaha! I didn't expect you to find out. It's quite interesting!" Just as David and Fatso's blades were about to touch him, he turned around and coldly looked at them, a strange smile forming on his lips. Then, a loud noise erupted as a chilling wind swept through the spot where he stood, forcing David and Fatso to halt their steps.

Charles and Arnold retreated to a corner, avoiding the bone-chilling wind. When it subsided, they all opened their eyes slowly, only to find the fake Duke had moved to a window. He looked at David and smiled, waving his hand, and his entire appearance changed instantly.

The Duke's skin disappeared completely, revealing the image of a middle-aged man with a gloomy face. He was particularly thin, and his eyes gleamed like a snake's. The surrounding eerie wind made him seem almost like a ghost standing there.

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"Ghost Zombie!" Charles immediately shouted as he saw him, frowning deeply. Everyone realized the truth at this moment, surrounding the Ghost Zombie, their eyes fixed on him.

"Must admit, you are a group of interesting folks. Not only did you defeat that family of three, but you also exposed me. Hehehe, but what's the use of that?" The Ghost Zombie probed his hand in the chilling wind, playing with a shadow that resembled a soul.

"Youth Apartment is my territory, and none of you can escape no matter what you try. Now that you're here, you shouldn't even think about leaving. I'll have a good time playing with you all," the Ghost Zombie said, getting more excited and bursting into laughter. The soul-like shadow in his hand also began to move violently, seemingly trying to break free from the Ghost Zombie's control and attack David and the others.

Seeing the Ghost Zombie's arrogance, David spoke coldly, "Before the game ends, there are no winners. I will not only kill you but also turn this place into ruins."

David's tone was particularly icy, as if the Ghost Zombie had provoked him. He knew how strong the opponent was, but facing such provocation, his fighting spirit was ignited.

"Heh, boy, don't be so arrogant! I've seen too many humans like you, and in the end, they all turned into dust here. Do you want to be the same?" The Ghost Zombie became more and more arrogant as he spoke, not taking David seriously at all.

"You dog! Don't blabber around. If you have the guts, open up your domain, and let's have a real fight! I bet I'll make you kneel on the ground crying and apologize to us!" Duke stared at the Ghost Zombie fiercely. He almost got mistaken for an enemy by his own people because of the Ghost Zombie. How could he swallow this humiliation?

Hearing Duke's words, the Ghost Zombie sneered, glancing at him. "You? You're overestimating yourself, fool!" His words had just fallen when a chilling wind shot towards Duke like an arrow, moving at an astonishing speed, leaving only an afterimage in the eyes.

"Not good!" David's brow furrowed. He hurled his alloy dagger at the chilling wind. The alloy dagger collided with the wind, reducing its speed and power slightly, but it still rushed towards Duke with great force.

Duke had no time to dodge and raised his arm to block it. The chilling wind collided with his arm, the powerful force tearing apart his clothes, and his forearm turned into a bloody mess.

Duke felt an excruciating pain tearing through his heart and spreading from his forearm, causing his legs to weaken, and he fell to the ground. Charles and Arnold quickly rushed over to support him.

Sophie was the first to approach Duke and began examining his wound. Even though she couldn't use her healing ability, she could still control common injuries and ailments.

Observing Duke's bleeding forearm, Sophie's expression grew serious, but she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although the wound was deep, it hadn't reached the bone.

If David hadn't blocked the attack with his alloy dagger, Duke's arm might have been severely damaged. Watching Duke in pain, David couldn't help but be surprised, not by the adversary's strength, but by his ability to manipulate the dark wind and the struggling soul villain figure in his palm. David knew that it was one of the ghost zombie's powers.

"This is a little lesson for you, so you can see what true strength looks like," the ghost zombie said coldly, glancing at Duke, who was lying on the ground.

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"Next, if you want to find me, you'll have to come to the tenth floor. To make this game more entertaining, I'll give you some surprises on each floor. Don't disappoint me like before."

"Hehehe..." The ghost zombie left with these words, transforming into a gust of dark wind and flying out the window.

"Damn! So devious!" Duke gritted his teeth in pain, watching the departing ghost zombie. He had been injured without even being able to retaliate. How could he face his teammates after this?

"Don't move around; rest properly for now," Sophie said, managing his arm.

Fatso approached David and said, "Now the ghost zombie is probably serious. The remaining six floors will be our biggest challenge."

Fatso forced a bitter smile. However, David didn't mind at all. Challenges? He had encountered all kinds of troubles surviving in the apocalypse. Although the ghost zombie was powerful, David had the advantage of being a Level 9 esper. If it weren't for the ghost zombie's domain, David wouldn't have let him be so arrogant. So, David thought that the most important thing now was not to go to the fifth floor but to find a way to break the ghost zombie's domain. He looked at Charles, and Charles immediately understood, going outside the apartment.

After a while, Charles returned, but he was now sweating profusely, looking visibly fatigued and drained.

"What happened?" Sally quickly asked, and Charles shook his head, signaling that he was fine, then looked at David.