Massacre of Destiny
"Scatter into the depths of cruel darkness!!!"
Shwoooosh
BOOM
"GAAAAAARGH!!!!"
The nanomachines spewed thick black mist that coiled around them, swallowing their bright white light.
Between the gaps, the atmosphere ignited. Thunderstorms and flames erupted, hurtling toward the remaining AD-1086 enemies.
"Retreat!!!"
What the hell? They're speaking English, not German. These aren't ordinary infected citizens—they're hippie terrorists who got turned. Of all the rare specimens in the world, I run into these right at the start? Still, what does it matter? At least they're Strange Zombies. That means they probably don't carry any sacred relics so precious they'd rather die than let them be touched. In this situation, all I need to do is capture them and make them spill what they were muttering about earlier. Once I spot the pattern, I can time precision strikes for the exact moments their relic rituals begin.
My mission was to dismantle their society—to shatter whatever they worshipped and break the mental grip the Nanocrippler had already chewed into.
Strange Zombies possess technology and operate like a hive mind, yet every society shares the same fatal flaw: it can never be satisfied. Human relationships are no different. If they crave connection and find strange allure in it, if there's a pillar—an understanding soul—they would never betray even at the very end, that would be the strongest foundation imaginable. But the irony is that such certainty blinds them to variables and inner value. The slightest twist, deviation, or hint of betrayal makes everything feel hollow, plunging them into despair. That's the peak of their faith. "I gave you everything—heart and soul—and you betrayed me?" they cry. Fools who don't even realize they deserve to die for it.
"GRAAAAARGH!!!!"
Vwoooom
A massive Strange Zombie flew straight at me and threw a punch.
"Too slow."
CRACK
Shunk
BOOOOM
I caught the fist, twisted it, and slammed the creature's face into the ground, killing it instantly.
"Urrgh?!"
"Why? Did you think I couldn't touch your bodies? Fools. My power can casually dismantle your plasma and more. You're the ones who shouldn't make contact!"
Zzzzzzzt
CRUNCH
"AAAAARGH!!!"
One telekinetic blast from me split the very crust of the Strange Zombie planet in two.
"Let's see. No sacred relic protecting you here, is there? Of course there isn't. You're not idiots—if you had one, you wouldn't be getting invaded in the first place. Naturally, you'd hide it somewhere safe until its power recovers. And..."
Thud
Slash
BOOOOM
"GRAAAAARGH!!!!! H-how did you know?!"
"How pitiful. This sloppy cult leader. Did you really think I wouldn't notice your escape route? Your equipment's specifications and schematics were catalogued centuries ago. Symbolism aside, older models accumulate more data, making replacement riskier. If something can't be tracked by radar yet is plainly visible to the naked eye, there's nothing more to say. Now show your true face to your followers!"
Slash
I snapped the leader's neck, spun the body 1440 degrees, accelerated every particle to near-light speed, and scattered them across the enemy lines.
"My weapon is your sacred relic! The very thing meant to protect your lives will bring your end! Believe in anything—raise any banner! I'll tear you apart with it in an instant!!"
WHOOOSH
BOOM
The cult leader's body split apart, scattering as smoke while electromagnetic force spread and began melting the surroundings.
Hssssss
"Don't struggle, you worthless puppets."
WHOOSH
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
My mechanical soldiers fired into torsos and hearts while I precisely targeted heads. The enemy unleashed rails, rays, plasma, beams, heat rays, and high-velocity needles, but none compared to my liquid-proton, high-frequency stabilized 13mm rounds. Only psychics with free bodily modification and self-generated power could even lift these weapons. Regular beings hit by them exploded like gunpowder, oxidizing completely. Even a grazing shot stripped flesh and blood from bone, killing instantly. Considering the U.S. and UN forces relied on railguns and plasma weapons, these bullets were the natural predator of Strange Zombies.
Shwoooooosh
CRACKLECRACKLECRACKLE
BOOM
BOOOOM
Because the rounds drew power from psychic currents, they could apply Ether—the flow of psychic energy—and Phlogiston—the mass of psychic power—to conduct, convect, and radiate the user's emotions, reason, and willpower, detonating at designated points. On top of friend-or-foe identification via ego, guidance functions were naturally included. In short, once you mastered emotional control while handling Ether and Phlogiston, there was nothing to fear no matter how many bullets you fired.
"Well, your object of worship must still remain, right? Your idolatry is obvious. You can't even regulate your own emotions, yet you claim to have no weaknesses. How do you expect to accomplish anything? The paradise I bring lies outside the utopia you force upon others! Be grateful I granted you a painless death after demonstrating my powers early on. Show proper reverence!"
SHWAAAAASH
My mechanical soldiers summoned dense volleys of spikes and fired them indiscriminately.
"AAAAARGH!!!"
CRUNCH
CRUNCH
CRUNCH
CRUNCH
CRUNCH
CRUNCH
CRUNCH
The moment they turned to dodge, their bodies were pierced and torn apart, sent spinning through the air before crashing down.
SHWAAK
I dove among them, swinging my hand blade mercilessly and staining their holy ground with their own fluids. Bullets waited at the exact positions the enemy tried to occupy, then detonated in lightning and flame.
Several enemies boldly attacked from the flank. I broke one neck at superhuman speed, ripped the head clean off, then grabbed the next by the skull with both hands and crushed it.
When one attempted a jumping attack, I seized its legs, slammed it into the ground hundreds of times at near-light speed until nothing remained. As the others rushed me together, I shot skyward faster than they could follow and drove a devastating punch into the earth.
BOOOOOOOOOOM
The ground rippled like water and heaved upward. Caught in the shockwave, the enemies were torn apart as if by a magnitude-14 quake, white fluids spraying as they died.
In their final desperation, some sacrificed body parts to become Strange Zombie projectiles. I deliberately took every hit so they could witness their last moments clearly, then used my powers to pin them in place. Forcing open their comms, I maxed the Nanocrippler output, inflicting agony so intense their heads would literally burst unless they spoke words pleasing to me.
All of this unfolded beneath the spreading black mist that oxidized everything it touched. Their vision and even their internal organs were ravaged while the very particle structure of their bodies peeled away and disintegrated before their eyes.
"By the way, where did you lot come from? You were all supposed to be at the holy site until just now!"
At that moment, a black shadow streaked past—so fast it was less a shadow than its afterimage.
The instant the afterimage passed, a massive explosion erupted. Corpses of Strange Zombies that should have been clustered only around the holy site AD-1086 now littered the ground. The shadow's afterimage lingered, continuing its slaughter far more efficiently than our despair-wielding mist. It reaped souls wholesale, like a reaper.
Its identity was unknown, but its victims' dying words revealed one thing.
"Th... The one who walks the legend... (T....Th....Th...The Mighty Walker....)"
"His power is... is simply... the legend of the past itself walking... (Whose almighty power is...just....just the walking as the legend of the past itself!!)"
"Whether he calls himself doom incarnate or speaks his own name matters not... (It won't be necessarily referring to doom itself or himself both....)"
"For he cares nothing for life... only souls!!! (Because he doesn't care about the lives....he cares only souls!!!)"
"When he departs, nothing that lived at the beginning shall remain the same... ever... (It never be the same things alive at the moment in the beginning when he just walked away...)"
"And all we have done is merely the extension of an unchained predator forcing every being and every thing toward a life that guarantees survival!!! (And all we had done is just as the unchained predator who forced to dare upon the everyone and everything that leads the life to ensure to survive!!!)"
"He chooses the path of curse. It arises from the meaning of all he passes through... a futile lecture upon everyone and everything, born from meaning, symbol, and the awakening to steal from those who oppose him out of sheer foolishness. This is a warning. We burn like this to deliver the final signal of his dreadful mark. He knows everything about you—unless you dare challenge him. (He chooses path of none other than curse for all the meaning of where he came...a futile of everyone and everything lecture, which comes from both of its meaning, symbolization, and awakening to steal for it to those who against to him because of the enough of foolishness. So this the warning, we will burn upon like this to give you the last signal of his dreadful mark. He knows everything about you unless you dare to challenge him.)"
"And now it concerns this... this unholy, devilish existence—the Dark Lord!!! (And now it's about this...this unholy devilish being, The Dark Lord!!!)"
"Merely by bearing the legion of the merciless, he shall crumble every relic, symbol, and idol into damnation!!! (The who carries the legion of the merciless itself will bring for every single artifacts and symbols and icons to crumble down to the damnation!!!)"
"He will always destroy our minds, spirits, energies, technologies, and the very purpose for which we were born! (He will always destroy our minds, spirits, and energies, technologies and what our being must do for the reason why we are born!"
"Everything grows dark when he approaches us. (It's all getting dark when he comes through to us.)"
"And when he feasts upon our blood, it shall etch terror that endures. (And it's last long for the etch of the terror when he feasts the blood of ours.)"
"None can stop him through prayer and submission, nor through threat and attack. (None can stop him by praying and submitting, nor the threatening and attacking.)"
"And he is not alone. There exist greater powers who know our fear, hope, and control. So remember—good luck and courage to all. We shall face unavoidable, unforgettable destruction at the hands of literally indestructible beings. Avoid, run, hide, capture, and seal them away. Never set them free again... and await the prophecy of restoration... born from the sacrifice of all non-believers!!! (And he is not alone. Actually, there is the greater powers who know our fear, hope, control. So know good luck and courage for everyone. We will face the unavoidable and unforgettable demolition by the literal indestructible beings. So avoid, run, hide, and caught to seal. And never make them free again....and wait for...the prophacy to regain...from the all sacrifice of the non-believers!!!)"
"Kuhuhuhu... Is that so? Fine. Recite to your heart's content. When you're forced to rely on something and everything that could help vanishes... the moment everyone unites under a single will and a single voice cries out, an oracle shall descend."