Chapter: 30 The Start of Cannon.

A/N :- It's a trailer of the upcoming battle,

Do tell if you prefer more battles and less of those simp like actions and a fucking stud MC.

Maybe 🤔 God will grant your wish.

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Kira strolled along the familiar streets, his mind preoccupied. He'd been patrolling the outskirts for two days, anticipating the first signs of the apocalypse. The timeline he remembered had already passed, so he had taken precautions—his wives were safely in his personal dimension, training and indulging in Minecraft chaos. That place was a blend of peace and madness, far from the disaster that would soon be unleashed here.

His boots scuffed against the pavement, a finger resting on his chin as he thought back to the system update.

"Finally," Kira muttered to himself. "A proper update that actually tells me something." The new voice of the system had caught him off guard. It was feminine, snarky, and incredibly annoying, mocking him at every chance. But at least it was more interactive than the deadpan quest logs he'd been receiving before. "Still, a damned headache."

As he entered the more populated areas near the city center, the atmosphere shifted. The usual peace of the outskirts had been comforting, but now... something was wrong. There was a suffocating silence, eerie, unnatural. Kira hadn't noticed right away, his head down, still deep in thought, but then—"Wait…" He stopped abruptly.

No traffic sounds. No distant chatter. Not even the birds.

"What the hell..." Kira raised his head, scanning the area. Empty streets. Abandoned cars. Not a soul in sight.

A cold, unsettling breeze swept through, rustling a loose piece of paper across the street.

Tsk! Kira clicked his tongue, his hand tightening around the hilt of his weapon.

His eyes darted left, then right, sharp and alert. He knew what this meant—things were about to get messy.

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The silence hung thick in the air, almost suffocating. Kira's hand rested on his dual blades, plain but reliable—an odd contrast to the madness about to unfold.

Suddenly, a familiar ping echoed in his mind, followed by the system's obnoxious voice.

[SYSTEM ALERT] Weapon Equipped: Dual Blades (Plain Swords)

Durability: 100%

Sharpness: 90%

Effect: None. Just hope you can swing fast enough, idiot.

Kira rolled his eyes. "Here we go again," he muttered under his breath. "Mocking me, as always."

SYSTEM: Oh, don't worry. You'll need more than those dull things in a few minutes. Or maybe just run? It's not like you have a horde heading your way. Yet.

"Annoying."

As if on cue, Kira's ears caught something—a shuffling noise. Slow, dragging footsteps. He turned sharply, his gaze narrowing in the direction of the sound.

There, stumbling into view, was a figure. It was grotesque, a massive, bloated man, barely recognizable as human. His skin was mottled and gray, rolls of flesh sagging as he waddled closer. His shirt strained against his body, stained with sweat and filth, and his face was twisted into a horrid grimace, mouth slack and drooling. His eyes, dull and clouded, fixed blankly ahead, and his arms reached out in front of him, desperate for flesh.

Thump… Thump… Thump...

The fat man's bloated footfalls echoed, the ground seeming to tremble beneath his weight. His breathing was a harsh, wet rasp, like air forcing its way through clogged pipes.

Kira's lips curled into a grin. "So it begins."

SYSTEM: Look at that thing. Yikes. You sure you don't wanna run?

Kira's grip tightened on his blades, their smooth edges gleaming dully in the faint light. "I'm right where I need to be."

The grotesque figure moved faster than expected, stumbling forward with surprising speed, its decayed fingers clawing at the air.

"Bring it on."

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The bloated, rotting man lurched forward, arms outstretched in a grotesque display of hunger. Kira watched as the undead staggered towards him, seemingly unaware of its own deteriorating state.

SYSTEM: Oh, don't worry, it's just one. What's the worst that could happen?

Kira scoffed. He'd learned to expect chaos whenever the system got smug. With a flick of his wrist, he unsheathed his blades, their edges gleaming faintly.

Swish!

The first strike came quick and precise—straight for the zombie's legs. The blade sliced clean through its knee with a sickening crunch, sending the undead toppling forward.

Thud!

The creature let out a guttural groan as it crumbled to the ground, its legs no longer functional.

SYSTEM: Wow, that was quick. Look at you, already a pro. I bet nothing else could go wrong now!

Kira's eyebrow twitched. He knew better. But he focused on the task at hand. The zombie, still writhing, clawed at the ground, trying to pull itself toward him. Its fingers scraped against the pavement, leaving trails of blood and dirt as it dragged its heavy body along.

Schluck!

With a swift second slash, Kira severed one of its arms, leaving the grotesque thing even more incapacitated. Blood spurted from the wound, black and thick like tar. The creature's head flopped from side to side, jaws snapping at the air, desperate for flesh.

Gurgle...

Kira circled it, feeling an odd sense of detachment. He hadn't expected the weightlessness in his chest—no hesitation, no fear. The undead was just a problem to be solved. Its bloated, disgusting form thrashed on the ground as he approached for the final strike.

SYSTEM: Well, that was easy. I bet nothing can go wrong now—oh wait, there's—

Before the system could finish its sentence, Kira brought his blade down.

Swish!

The head popped off like a melon, the body convulsing for a moment before going still. The rotting head rolled across the ground, the mouth still chomping pathetically as if trying to bite anything near it.

THUNK!

Kira exhaled sharply, watching the body slump lifelessly in front of him. His first kill.

SYSTEM: Oh, did I jinx it again? My bad.

"Shut up." Kira wiped his blade clean, his eyes scanning the surroundings. He could feel it—this was just the beginning.

Then the faint sound of more shuffling in the distance reached his ears.

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Kira stood over the headless corpse, the foul stench of decaying flesh permeating the air. He sheathed his swords momentarily, lowering his head in a quiet gesture of respect.

"May your soul find peace, even if your body couldn't."

His words were brief but genuine, an old habit drilled into him through years of training. Even if the world was collapsing, he still held onto the honor of a warrior. But then, something stirred in the distance, breaking the fragile silence.

A shuffling. No, more than a shuffle—it was an overwhelming groan. Kira turned, his eyes narrowing as he saw them.

SYSTEM: Oh wow, that's a big crowd. Look at them, it's like a walking party! But... what did you expect, you're near an amusement park!

Kira's lips curled into a grimace as the entire street before him swarmed with undead. Bodies piled upon each other, stumbling and dragging themselves toward him in a massive wave. It wasn't just a few dozen zombies—this was an ocean of the undead. Once humans, they now staggered aimlessly, their lifeless eyes fixated on fresh prey.

The system's voice chimed in again, more gleeful than it should have been.

SYSTEM: New Quest Alert: "Survive the Party!" Eliminate 1,000 undead before midnight to earn a retractable combat suit. Time remaining: 9 hours. Good luck! Not like you'll need it...

Kira's eyebrow twitched. "Of course. Another impossible quest." His breath steadied, and despite the overwhelming odds, he felt a smirk forming on his face. A thousand before midnight...

The challenge didn't frighten him—it thrilled him. The surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins as he cracked his neck, muscles tensing in preparation for the storm ahead.

He drew his blades again, their weight familiar in his hands. Each step he took toward the horde felt deliberate, every movement a calculated dance between life and death.

SYSTEM: Oh wow, already gearing up, huh? And in just that hoodie and those pants? Maybe if you're nice to me, I'll give you a new outfit early!

Kira ignored the taunt, focusing on the approaching danger. The undead staggered closer, their combined groaning creating an eerie, echoing noise throughout the deserted streets.

His gaze drifted towards the city center, the direction where the academy was. I could go there now… meet the OGs… but would they even survive this?

But there was no time to think further. The horde had arrived.

The first zombie lunged at him, mouth agape, teeth stained with blood and decay.

Swish!

Kira moved faster than the eye could follow. His blade sliced through the air with deadly precision, severing the zombie's head clean off. He twisted his body, evading another that tried to grab him from behind.

CRACK!

A sharp elbow to the side of the second zombie's face caved in its skull. His movements flowed like water—each strike followed by another, like a well-rehearsed symphony of death.

More came. Dozens. Hundreds.

SYSTEM: Are you sure you don't need help? I mean, 1,000 is a lot…

Kira's grin widened as he leaped into the heart of the horde. His black hoodie fluttered in the air, but soon his movements blurred as he spun and cut down one zombie after another.

Shink! Crunch! SPLAT!

Limbs flew. Heads rolled. Blood sprayed in thick black streams. Kira was relentless.

He became a whirlwind of destruction, weaving through the throng of undead, his dual blades cutting through rotted flesh like paper. The sounds of their moans and snarls filled the air, but none could reach him.

SYSTEM: Okay, okay, I get it. You're impressive. But remember—you've got until midnight! Keep those limbs moving!

Despite the gore surrounding him, Kira's mind remained sharp. Nine hours to go. The city center can wait. Right now, it was about clearing his way through the undead amusement park, where the overwhelming numbers made this his proving ground. The thrill surged within him.

With a ferocious grin, he threw himself deeper into the fray.

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A/N :- So, How's that better than the train fight? 🙏