Dominion of the Virus King!

"The Fuck?!"

In that moment, the wealthy second-generation students of De M-anila University, along with their girlfriends, all crowded at the windows, staring in shock at the figure plummeting from the sky.

Accompanied by the deep thud of impact, someone couldn't help but blurt out an expletive, a reflex of disbelief.

"Is that even a human being?!" one of them questioned, their voice tinged with doubt.

From their vantage point on the thirteenth floor, they could only make out a vague silhouette below. The details were too unclear. Suddenly, someone spoke with certainty:

"It 'is' human!"

Everyone turned to look at the speaker—a tall girl, over 1.7 meters, with a sweet and innocent face. In terms of beauty, she was almost on par with the renowned Dane.

Her name was Andrea Brillanted, a well-known beauty at De M-anila University. More importantly, she was the girlfriend of Dung, the leader of this group of wealthy students.

Noticing the shock in everyone's eyes, Andrea explained calmly, "Have you all forgotten? My ability is supernatural vision. I can see things clearly at a distance. That figure is definitely a person!"

Her confirmation sent the room into a frenzy of chatter:

"Wait, what?! The Ritz Carlton Hotel is 15 stories high, nearly 60 meters! Can a normal human being survive a jump from that height?"

"What in the world is happening?!"

The scene in front of them defied everything they knew about reality.

Even those who had been preparing to venture out into the post-apocalyptic streets were now drawn to the windows, captivated by the spectacle. For days, they had been stuck in the hotel, occasionally watching people try to escape, only to meet a grisly end at the hands of the relentless zombies.

But now, it seemed as if they were witnessing a glimpse into a new reality.

Sure enough, as the figure landed with a resounding crash, the surrounding zombies, as though awakened, began converging on him.

"Roar..."

"The hell!?" Dung, usually the calmest and most composed among them, muttered in disbelief.

The figure, now surrounded by a sea of zombies, didn't flinch. Each time he moved, a zombie was reduced to blood and gore. Flesh and bone splattered against the storefronts on both sides of the street, and yet, more zombies were drawn to the scene.

But to everyone's shock, the relentless horde posed no threat to the figure. In fact, the zombies seemed powerless to stop him.

Andrea's gaze, however, remained fixed on the figure. There was something eerily familiar about him. The green cloak and robe were bizarre, but the figure's lean, well-proportioned body exuded an unsettling allure.

Despite her enhanced vision, she still couldn't see his face clearly from this angle.

'What is he doing?!'

This question echoed in everyone's minds.

At that moment, a shadow appeared in the distance, moving toward the scene with terrifying speed. It stopped a short distance away, its presence imposing and dangerous, staring down at its prey.

Everyone's eyes widened as they recognized the new arrival—a hulking figure, nearly two meters tall, with muscles that looked as if they were forged from steel. Its black and gray skin, barbed arms, and powerful legs marked it as something far beyond a normal zombie.

This was no ordinary creature. It was a "Tyrant"—one of the most fearsome and deadly mutants to emerge in the early days of the apocalypse.

Was this man about to become the prey of such a monster?

But as they observed the situation more closely, it wasn't so clear who was the hunter and who was the hunted. The man moved with such calm and confidence that it seemed he was in complete control.

Realization dawned on the onlookers. Their hearts pounded as adrenaline surged through their veins. Simply watching this deadly encounter unfold in the concrete jungle filled them with both fear and awe.

The lesser zombies, sensing the tyrant's arrival, slowed down as though deferring to the true apex predator.

The tension reached its peak as the tyrant, after sizing up its opponent, finally struck. Its powerful clawed arm sliced through the air with deadly precision, black poison seeping from its fingertips. The speed of the attack was impossible to comprehend.

If that strike landed, the man's body would be torn apart instantly.

Inside the room, everyone held their breath, silently rooting for the superhuman figure who had defied everything they believed about human limits. But the tyrant was moving too fast—so fast that no one could react in time.

The tyrant's claws were already mere inches from the figure's head.

'It's over.'

That was the single thought running through everyone's mind. The brief spark of courage they had mustered was instantly extinguished by the icy terror of the scene unfolding before them.

The outside world was far too dangerous.

At that moment, many couldn't even bear to look, their hearts gripped by fear.

The tyrant, mid-air and poised to strike with its razor-sharp claws, suddenly made an unexpected sound that cut through the tense silence:

"Ah-choo!"

The sneeze was loud, intermingled with the raspy roar of a zombie whose vocal cords had long been ravaged by the virus. 

Even from ten stories up, the sound was clear and startling. 

Everyone stared in disbelief, momentarily confused. 

'Did that monster... sneeze?!'

Before they could fully process the absurdity, the figure in the dark green robe had already moved. 

In an instant, claws extended from the figure's hand, slashing out in a blur, colliding with the tyrant's thick arm. Sparks exploded from the impact.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Then, with a powerful kick, the figure sent the two-meter-tall mutant tyrant soaring through the air—launched even faster than it had descended—flung upward as if it weighed nothing.

The dark green figure seemed to ignite with energy, leaping toward the walls on either side of the street. In a flash, his body transformed into a streamlined blur of black and red, and he began sprinting along the walls with incredible speed, keeping pace with the tyrant he had just kicked skyward.

As if calculating the perfect moment, the figure suddenly pivoted, standing impossibly still on the wall, defying gravity. He watched calmly as the tyrant began its slow descent from the sky.

With a powerful push, the figure's legs dug into the wall, leaving deep imprints as he launched himself like a cannonball toward the falling mutant.

But Novak, who was fully focused on the tyrant, seemed oblivious to one thing.

Just as he adjusted his angle on the wall, preparing to deliver the finishing blow with overwhelming speed and power, he was only a meter or two away from a set of wide, terrified eyes staring out through the nearby window.

The stunned faces of the onlookers were frozen in disbelief.