Multiverse System: Rebuilding Humanity

Noah looked silently on the stairway roof, one level higher than the open rooftop below. The cold night wind whipped around him, carrying the faint, putrid stench of decay.

From the stairway below, Noah could hear the unmistakable shuffle of the undead making their way toward him. Their unnatural, ragged footsteps grew louder with each passing second. He took a deep breath, steadying his pulse as he quickly assessed his options. The rooftop was an open space, and there were no immediate places to hide.

Without wasting another second, Noah moved swiftly, his body low to the ground. He slid toward the stairway leading to an even higher level of the building, one he had discovered earlier in his search for a safe vantage point.

As Noah climbed to the stair way roof, he could hear the clattering of the rooftop door below being slammed open. Five undead figures—deformed and twisted, with exposed, pulsating brains—staggered onto the roof.

Their blank, white eyes scanned the area, seeking their prey. They groaned in unison, a low, chilling sound that made the hairs on the back of Noah's neck stand up.

They didn't see him. Yet..

Noah gripped his katana tightly, feeling the familiar weight of the blade in his hand. He had trained in its use in a past life, honing skills that felt almost instinctual now. The katana was no longer just a weapon—it was an extension of himself, a tool that would ensure his survival.

As the undead took a few more steps forward, their attention divided, Noah moved. His footfalls were light and nearly silent, thanks to his honed reflexes and combat awareness. Without hesitation, he pulled the bowstring of his crossbow taut and fired an arrow.

The shot was perfect, sinking into the hand of one of the undead, causing it to recoil with an eerie hiss. The zombie stumbled, but it was still very much alive,He smacked his lips in frustration"fuck...it'll take more time so i can be calm in this moment! "

With a quick flick of his wrist, Noah stowed the crossbow and drew his katana in a single, fluid motion. His previous life's combat training kicked in as he moved with deadly grace. He took down the first zombie swiftly—his blade slicing through its arm with a clean cut. The undead creature faltered, and Noah wasted no time, moving in to disarm and immobilize it.

In a few rapid strikes, he severed the legs of another, watching it crumble to the ground. His blade was sharp, but his strikes were more than just about cutting through flesh—they were precise, aimed at disabling his enemies as efficiently as possible. He knew that fighting against the undead was about more than just brute force; it was about control, discipline, and survival.

The first undead dropped to the ground, lifeless and still. Noah watched its body twitch slightly, then grow still. A brief notification appeared before him:

[You have defeated an Undead! You have gained 5 Mutation Energy.]

Noah grinned slightly, feeling the energy surge through him" Five mutation points. One undead is worth that much?" he frowned feeling the energy,The feeling was unfamiliar, but he didn't have time to think too much about it. This was just the beginning.

He moved swiftly toward the remaining undead. The other three weren't going down as easily, but he had the advantage. They were slow, lumbering, and their coordination was erratic. Noah was quick, agile, and precise.

Each cut was calculated—each move intentional. Another one fell to his katana, and another notification appeared, granting him more mutation energy. The system seemed to reward him with each successful kill. His heart pounded, but he remained focused

With two remaining undead, Noah adjusted his stance and readied himself for the final confrontation. They had gotten closer now, and he could see the decaying skin stretched tightly over their bones, their eyes wide with hunger.

One lunged at him with unnatural speed, its claws outstretched. Noah parried with his katana, sidestepping just in time. He delivered a quick strike to its legs, bringing it down to the ground. The last undead tried to grab at him, but Noah was already there, slicing clean through its neck with one swift, precise strike.

As the final enemy collapsed at his feet, Noah exhaled slowly, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment. He wasn't just surviving anymore; he was adapting, evolving.

Just then he frownes and looked around"weren't they're 5 undead? " as he said he saw 5 corpse of undead,he lookes puzzled and smacked his fist on his palm"oh yeah... The arrow..." he nodded satisfied as he viewed his mutation energy

Already 35

Noah looked around the rooftop, the once silent and desolate space now filled with the remains of the undead. The cool breeze brushed his face as he caught his breath. the familiar weight of the System's rewards felt like a constant reminder that he wasn't just fighting for survival—he was fighting to understand the strange new powers that had been granted to him.

He glanced at the notifications that popped up in his vision. Each one was another step toward gaining strength, but the fight was far from over. There were more undead out there, and the city was just the beginning of the nightmare that awaited him.he sighed looking at the streets from the roof, a little girl eating her own mother's corpse he looked back aa

Noah descended the stairs cautiously, katana still in hand, his senses on high alert. The once-familiar apartment building now felt like a labyrinth of potential danger, every creak and distant sound amplified in the silence of the night. He reached the 6th floor and paused briefly at the door to his apartment, checking for any signs of intrusion. Satisfied that it was clear, he slid the key into the lock and pushed the door open.

Stepping inside, Noah exhaled in relief. His sanctuary was just as he had left it—untouched by the chaos outside. He closed the door behind him and secured it with multiple locks, a habit he had developed long before the apocalypse began.

Noah glanced down at his clothes, noticing the grime from the rooftop battle clinging to the fabric. He wrinkled his nose and muttered, "Thankfully, they didn't have blood... or I might have to wash my clothes daily." The idea of dealing with such mundane chores during an apocalypse felt laughable, yet oddly comforting.

He stretched his arms over his head, feeling the tension in his muscles ease slightly. His katana clinked softly as he set it down on the table. The blade, though stained with remnants of the undead, gleamed faintly under the apartment's dim lighting.

Walking over to his sofa, Noah pressed a hidden button on the wall. With a soft hum, reinforced iron panels slid down from the ceiling and walls, enclosing his apartment in a protective barrier. The soundproofing engaged with a faint hiss, sealing him off from the outside world.

"That's much better," he said, his voice echoing slightly in the now-muted space.

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