Apocalypse : Transmigrated With Milf System-Chapter 15: Giant Meat Ball : Controller of Horde

In a short period, most of the zombies were headless, their lifeless gazes staring blankly at the grimy ground.

The last of the immediate horde slumped, a gruesome tableau of severed limbs and twitching torsos.

Ruel stood amidst the carnage, his double-edged sword dripping black ichor, a wide, bloodthirsty grin splitting his face.

"Well, folks! Show's over! You've all been... dis-membered!" He punctuated his pun with a flourish, flicking his wrist, sending a spray of gore across the dusty floor.

[Ding! Survive the Zombie Hord, Rewarded : Heaven Devourer Skill Card, Grandmaster Spearman Skill Card, Epic RV Warship]

He looked at the panel, but he wasn't as excited when he was playing heads.

Looking over here,

"Hiss..." Mei Feng, her face a ghostly white, stared at him, her eyes wide saucers of stunned admiration.

The sheer brutality and clinical efficiency of his movements had rendered her speechless, a horrified awe gripping her.

Then, the building vibrated with a deep, lumbering tremor.

An earth-shaking sound echoed from the street, growing louder with each passing second.

A monstrous shadow engulfed the broken doorway, and a figure filled the opening – a zombie, but a titan compared to the rest.

Towering at least three meters, its decaying flesh clung to massive, corded muscles, a grotesque parody of human form.

Malevolent green light pulsed in its eyes, and a guttural roar, a sound that promised only destruction, ripped from its gaping maw.

The unified, receding roar of the smaller horde outside abruptly ceased, as if silenced by a command.

Looking at the walking ball of meat, "Holy Mother beeetch..." he cursed unconciously.

[Ding! A level 2 Zombie in range!]

[Ding! Exterminate it to get Reward of : Superhuman serum x1, Lightning Body Constitution Card x1!]

[Ding! Host, This Level 2 Zombie appears to be the Controller of the immediate horde.]

Ruel's grin widened into a predatory smirk, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Well, well, well! Look who decided to make a grand entrance! The big cheese himself! Explains the sudden quiet, doesn't it?" frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

He casually wiped his sword on his sleeve, never taking his eyes off the behemoth.

"System, enlighten me on this overgrown puppet master. Let's see what makes him tick... before I make him untick."

[Ding! Host, low level zombies are nameless. You can name it yourself, if you wish to.]

"Ohh... novelty! A naming ceremony, right here, right now! Didn't know I'd be playing god of the undead today! Hehe..."

He tilted his head, looking the giant zombie up and down, his gaze lingering on the grotesque, hanging folds of its decaying flesh.

"Hmm... with all that flabby bulk... how about... Meatball? Yeah! Giant Meatball! Rolls right off the tongue, doesn't it? The name just makes sense!"

He exclaimed excitedly, a self-satisfied grin plastered across his face as he mentally patted himself on the back for his brilliant naming sense.

"System, christen this lovely specimen 'Giant Meatball,' and now, if you please, its vital statistics!"

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[Ding! Displaying Zombie (Level 2 - Giant Meat Ball ) Information:]

Strength: 40

Agility: 10

Durability: 60

Special Abilities: Enhanced Strength, Limited Regeneration, Horde Control (Localized)

Threat Level: Low - Moderate (Due to Horde Control)

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Ruel whistled, a hint of genuine excitement lacing his tone.

"'Horde Control,' eh? So, you're the brains behind the braindead operation. Interesting... very interesting."

He shifted his grip on his sword, his stance widening, his body coiling with coiled power, like a predator about to strike.

A fierce determination, tinged with a thrill of the hunt, etched itself onto his features.

"Alright, big boy. Let's see how well you control things when your head's decorating the floor."

Meanwhile, across the alleyway,

locked in a small, dusty storage room they'd managed to barricade, Nina and her crew huddled together,

their faces pale with terror, their ears straining for any sound.

The sudden silence outside had done little to quell the gnawing fear in their guts.

"Did... did it stop?" Skinny whispered, his voice trembling, barely audible above his own ragged breathing.

He pressed his ear against the reinforced door, his eyes wide with a fragile hope.

Boss Chen, his face grim and streaked with grime, shook his head, his jaw tight.

"Don't be a damn fool, runt. That just means they're regrouping. Probably trying to find another way in. They ain't giving up that easy."

He clutched a broken pipe tightly, his knuckles white.

Nina, her eyes darting nervously towards the flimsy window, shivered, despite the stifling air in the room.

"That screech... that giant one... you think it's still out there? What the hell was that thing?"

Big Ben, his massive frame tense, rumbled, his voice low and filled with dread.

"Whatever it is, I don't like the silence. It's worse than that damn moaning. It feels... wrong."

They remained huddled, prisoners of their own fear, convinced the relentless horde still surrounded them, their fate hanging precariously in the balance.

Back in the ruined building, Ruel, with a guttural yell that echoed through the silent space, launched himself towards the giant zombie, his sword raised high, a silver streak against the decaying backdrop.

He poured every ounce of his strength, every iota of his focus, into a single, diagonal slash aimed to cleave the behemoth from shoulder to hip, intending to sever its control over the eerily silent horde.

"Sayonara, Meatball! Time for you to be minced meat!"

The sound that followed was... surprisingly swift, almost anticlimactic.

His blade, humming with unseen energy, sliced through the giant zombie's flesh as if it were overripe fruit, the resistance minimal.

There was a brief, wet tearing sound, and then the massive creature simply... split.

Its upper torso slid to one side with a sickening squelch, its lower half remaining standing for a disbelieving, grotesque moment before collapsing in a heap of gore and dust.

The eerie silence outside remained unbroken.

Ruel stood there, his sword still raised, his eyes wide with utter disbelief, his powerful stance faltering.

His jaw dropped slightly, his usual cocky smirk vanishing.

"...Seriously? That was it? The big boss? The maestro of moans? He went down like a... a soggy breadstick?"

He stared at the bisected Giant Meatball, his expression a picture of dumbfounded bewilderment.

"All that noise, all that size... and you were just a big, squishy pinata filled with... well, guts."

Mei Feng, who had watched the entire exchange with bated breath, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and awe, could only stammer,

"Ruel... you... you just... you just cut it in half..." Her voice was a mere whisper, her understanding of his strength completely shattered.

The seemingly insurmountable controller had fallen with effortless ease, leaving a bewildered savior and a silent, leaderless horde in its wake.

Ruel turned back to Mei Feng,

his expression suddenly morphing into one of exaggerated sorrow, a theatrical frown creasing his features.

He wiped an imaginary tear from his eye with the back of his hand, his lower lip trembling dramatically.

"Oh, Mei... those heartless bastards! They just left you here... to become zombie hors d'oeuvres!"

He let out a theatrical sniffle, his voice dripping with mock sympathy.

"It must have hurt... right here right?, in your poor little heart?" He clutched his chest dramatically, feigning profound anguish.

"Let me... let me console you. Let me... absorb all that pain for you."

Before Mei Feng could even blink, Ruel lunged forward, grabbing her roughly but with surprising strength.

His feigned sadness vanished in an instant, replaced by a predatory glint in his eyes, a wolfish smirk twisting his lips.

"Anhh..." He pulled her close, his lips crashing down on hers in a deep, forceful kiss that stole her breath and sent a jolt of fear mixed with something else entirely through her.

"Hmmmh..." His hands tightened on her arms, his touch possessive and demanding, brooking no argument.

Mei Feng gasped, her eyes widening in shock and a renewed wave of fear, her body stiffening in his grasp.

The sudden, jarring shift from protector to aggressor was terrifying, the raw intensity of his gaze sending shivers down her spine.

His kiss was not comforting; it was a brutal assertion of dominance, a claiming.

Then suddenly

[Ding Congratulations to the Host for Completing the Task : Exterminate (The Giant Meat Ball), Rewarded : Superhuman serum x1, Lightning Body Constitution Card x1!]

Ruel finally broke the kiss, he looks at the panel then looked at her. A cruel smirk playing on his lips as he gazed down at her dazed and frightened face, his eyes burning with a possessive fire.