Chapter 304: Chapter 208: Tactics
If they wanted to eliminate those zombies, they had to figure out one crucial thing: where were they coming from? How exactly was the Zombie Leader spawning them?
Only then could they find the right strategy and destroy them in one fell swoop.
They discussed it for a bit but were getting nowhere. Then, Rhonda Rhodes suddenly spoke up. "No other idea makes sense. I think that Zombie Leader most likely has a Space Ability."
Claire Chapman’s head snapped up to look at him. "Impossible!"
Rhonda Rhodes frowned, confused. "What’s so impossible? Humans can have superpowers, so naturally, zombies can too. Like him..."
He was about to point at Ben as an example—he had a superpower, didn’t he?
But before the words could leave his mouth, he caught Paige Summers’s gaze. She was standing just ahead of Ben, and her sharp look was like a needle stabbing straight at him. He couldn’t continue.
He pressed his lips together and sullenly lowered his gaze.
Given how perceptive he was, he had known Ben was a Zombie from the moment they first met.
But seeing how Ben obeyed Paige Summers’s every command, like a spirit pet, he had come to accept it. This Zombie was clearly following her willingly, which was completely different from Sean Raines’s Corpse Refining. It was just like in his own world, where Spirit Beasts and Demonic Beasts weren’t inherently different at birth. They were only distinguished by their different methods of Postnatal Cultivation.
In his eyes, most Zombies weren’t much different from the man-eating Demonic Beasts of his world. But Ben was clearly an exception, an anomaly that wasn’t "demonic."
Such cases were rare, but not unheard of.
And so, there was no need to execute him.
However, being in this different world, he was also aware that others might not be so accepting of the situation, so it needed to be kept secret.
It was just that he hadn’t fully grasped just how secret the matter was.
That was why he had almost let it slip today.
If it weren’t for that look from Paige Summers...
He felt a pang of guilt.
Paige Summers had clearly warned him.
This was no longer his world, yet there were some things, some ways of thinking, that he still struggled to change.
He fell silent.
Claire Chapman propped up his head, vexed.
Alright, he knew Rhonda Rhodes’s guess was probably right.
But the instant he’d heard it, he hadn’t wanted to admit it. He really, *really* hadn’t.
’Ben is special. Other zombies can’t possibly evolve to that degree.’ He had always clung to that belief.
But today, that belief had been shattered.
This was terrible news. It couldn’t possibly get any worse.
It meant there were more zombies in the world capable of evolving superpowers!
’Is there... any hope left for this world?!’
Of the people present, only Zephyr Mercer was unaware of Ben’s true identity; everyone else knew. But for a moment, they all found it difficult to accept the reality of yet another superpower-wielding Zombie.
Even Paige Summers hadn’t expected her guess from a couple of days ago to come true so quickly—and for the reality to be even worse.
That Zombie Leader clearly possessed a degree of intelligence. And not just that, it had a superpower!
But they had to face the truth. Running from it was useless.
"Let’s assume it has a Space Ability. In that case, its space might have already evolved once," Paige Summers began slowly. "Theoretically, a Superpower User’s initial space can’t store living beings. Zombies may not breathe or have a heartbeat, but they can walk and move, so they probably don’t fall into the category of ordinary inanimate objects. Not only has its space evolved, but it’s also likely quite large. Yesterday, it released a total of sixty Zombies. I suspect that’s not even all of them. It sounds terrifying, but it has one fatal flaw: it isn’t a skilled combatant itself. I think that’s a weakness we can exploit."
Shaking off his momentary despair, Claire Chapman’s voice was strained as he said, "You have a point. But there’s another problem. If it dies, what happens to the Zombies in its space? Do they die with it, or are they all forced out? If it’s the latter, then there’s not much point in targeting it first."
Paige Summers frowned.
She hadn’t considered that problem.
Her first instinct was that they would all die, but now, that assumption seemed far too simplistic.
Sean Raines, lounging on the side, made a flippant clicking sound with his tongue. "You guys... have the zombies scared you witless or something? Why are you overthinking it so much? Just go kill it. Even if it has a ridiculously huge space, it can’t just conjure Zombies out of thin air. There’s gotta be a finite number, right? So just kill them all!"
Paige Summers sighed and gave a wry smile.
’It’s not that I haven’t thought of that.’
’It’s just... there were too many deaths and injuries yesterday.’
She just hoped they could come up with a better strategy, one that would minimize their team’s losses.
