Seeing the fifth tail behind her, Urduja Wells could not stop the excitement surging through her heart continuously.

Five tails.

Five complete parasitic blood limbs.

This only meant one thing.

Her parasite had completely evolved into a top tier existence far earlier than it should have.

Right now, even Urduja herself found it difficult to believe.

The five blood red tails slowly moved behind her like living creatures while terrifying biological energy continuously pulsed from her body. Each tail looked more solid compared to before and the blood vessels beneath the flesh had become denser and more refined.

Even the pressure leaking from her body had already become vastly different.

Urduja slowly clenched her fist afterward.

Then immediately, she could feel it.

Strength.

A terrifying amount of strength.

Compared to before, her body had already undergone another leap in evolution completely.

But surprisingly...

She was not entirely shocked.

Because in her previous life...

Someone similar existed before.

A person who awakened the sensitive parasitic tail.

That kind of parasitic blood limb possessed almost no combat ability at all, yet it possessed something even more terrifying.

Treasure sensitivity.

It could detect valuable things hidden everywhere.

Rare objects.

Dangerous resources.

Mutated biological treasures.

Unknown evolutions.

That was precisely why, after rebirth, Urduja immediately searched for it first.

And because of that...

She discovered the strange malignant crystal earlier.

But still...

This was too fast.

Far too fast.

Originally, even if she possessed the sensitive parasitic tail, reaching five tails should still have taken months orn years.

Yet now...

She already achieved it.

Right now, Urduja could confidently say that within one month, no kind of undead, even mutated ones would no longer pose any threat to her.

The only thing she needed to avoid now was the coming dead tide.

A terrifying disaster that would soon emerge across the city.

And according to her memories...

It would begin very soon.

Maybe within one week.

No.

Perhaps even earlier.

And she was extremely sure that this school would become one of the centers where the tide would erupt.

That alone already made her understand one thing clearly.

She needed to leave.

Immediately.

But then suddenly...

Urduja paused.

Her eyes slowly turned toward the sleeping Clayne once more.

Because another thought surfaced inside her mind.

Earlier...

She was certain she would become undead.

Completely certain.

Even she herself already lost hope earlier.

Yet somehow...

She survived.

Did he save me...?

Urduja stared silently toward Clayne afterward.

Her feelings became complicated instantly.

Because she clearly remembered what happened earlier.

He helped her.

Without the spiritual qi overflowing from his body earlier, she would have absolutely lost control completely and transformed into undead. Although she didn’t know what kind of thing he used, she knew it was him who saved her.

Yet at the same time...

He also took her purity.

The purity she fiercely protected even after rebirth.

So right now...

She truly did not know what she should think anymore.

Should she hate him?

Should she feel grateful?

Should she kill him?

Or should she repay him?

The more Urduja thought about it, the more conflicted she became.

Then slowly...

Curiosity surfaced inside her eyes afterward.

She began carefully observing him.

And after staring for several moments...

Her eyes widened faintly.

Because she suddenly remembered him.

Clayne.

He was her classmate.

And unlike many others in school...

He was not one of the people who used to bully her.

Slowly...

Memories surfaced inside her mind continuously afterward.

Clayne always stayed alone.

Always quiet.

Always distant from everyone else.

Yet strangely...

People rarely provoked him.

Not because he was strong physically.

Not because he was popular.

But because there was something strangely difficult to approach about him.

Even during group activities, he often quietly stayed at the side.

During lunch breaks, he usually sat alone.

Yet despite being alone most of the time...

He was strangely kind.

Urduja suddenly remembered several scenes clearly afterward.

One time, a lower year student accidentally dropped all her notebooks along the hallway and nobody helped because everyone laughed at her instead.

Clayne quietly helped pick them up.

Then left afterward without even waiting for thanks.

Another time, a janitor struggled carrying heavy cleaning materials upstairs and several students only mocked him while passing by.

Clayne silently helped carry everything upward before leaving immediately afterward.

And strangely...

Even though he was alone most of the time...

Nobody truly dared bully him directly.

Because whenever someone tried...

Clayne never acted afraid.

Never panicked.

Never tried pleasing others.

Even teachers found him strange sometimes because despite always appearing ordinary, he somehow gave off a difficult feeling whenever someone tried pressuring him.

However everyone felt something about him strangely, it felt like someone was beside him that scares away all those troubles for him.

Urduja slowly looked at his sleeping face afterward.

Then unconsciously...

She became even more curious about him.

But suddenly...

Her eyes noticed something beside him.

An ID.

And beside it...

A strange object resembling a small vault.

Urduja carefully reached toward it afterward.

At first, she picked up the strange vault curiously, but after sensing nothing unusual from it, she returned it back carefully.

Then...

She took the ID instead.

And slowly...

She read the name.

Clayne Corrode.

The moment her eyes landed on the surname...

Everything about her changed instantly.

Her expression darkened completely.

A terrifying killing intent suddenly erupted from her body violently.

Corrode.

That surname...

It was like seeing her mortal enemy directly before her eyes.

Immediately afterward...

Countless memories from her previous life surfaced violently inside her mind.

Blood.

Fire.

Screams.

Massacres.

Destroyed cities.

Collapsed safe havens.

Mountains of corpses.

Entire survivor camps abandoned after their resources were monopolized.

She remembered countless people starving because the Corrode Family controlled all food routes.

She remembered armed forces under the Corrode Family slaughtering survivors who refused submission.

She remembered undead tides intentionally redirected toward independent survivor shelters just to force them into surrender.

She remembered children dying from hunger outside heavily guarded Corrode territories while warehouses inside remained overflowing with supplies.

She remembered powerful awakened humans kneeling before the Corrode Family like loyal dogs.

She remembered cities burning because the Corrode Family abandoned entire districts to save resources.

She remembered people begging outside walls while being shot down mercilessly.

She remembered rivers clogged with corpses.

She remembered screams echoing throughout destroyed safe zones.

And throughout all those tragedies...

One surname continuously appeared.

Corrode.

The Corrode Family.

One of the most terrifying ruling powers after the apocalypse fully descended.

Cold blooded.

Cruel.

Terrifying.

The more Urduja remembered...

The colder her eyes became.

Then slowly...

She looked toward sleeping Clayne again.

The killing intent inside her surged violently.

The one who took her purity...

Was from that family?

Immediately afterward...

Urduja slowly lifted her hand.

Her fingernails sharpened instantly.

All five blood tails slowly rose behind her menacingly.

The sharp stingers aimed directly toward Clayne’s neck.

Right now...

With her current strength...

Killing him while asleep would be easy.

Extremely easy.

But then...

She stopped.

Because another memory surfaced inside her mind.

He saved her.

Without him...

She would already be undead.

Urduja slowly gritted her teeth afterward.

Her five tails stopped only inches away from Clayne’s neck.

The killing intent in her eyes trembled repeatedly afterward.

Finally...

She slowly lowered her hand.

"Regardless..."

"You still saved me..."

Her voice sounded complicated afterward.

Then slowly...

She stood up completely.

"But I won’t take you with me."

"If you die during the undead tide coming two days later..."

"It won’t be my fault."

Immediately afterward, Urduja hurriedly left the destroyed bathroom.

...

Meanwhile...

After an unknown amount of time passed...

Clayne slowly opened his eyes.

His head still felt dizzy.

At first, he looked confused.

Then immediately afterward...

His eyes widened.

Because the entire bathroom had completely turned into ruins.

Broken cubicles.

Destroyed mirrors.

Cracked walls.

Burst pipes.

Tiles scattered everywhere.

The entire place looked like a battlefield.

Clayne immediately became shocked afterward.

"What the hell happened here...?"

Then suddenly...

He looked downward.

And immediately froze.

Because most of his clothes were already gone.

"Wait..."

"What?"

Instantly afterward, Clayne hurriedly rushed outside the bathroom anxiously.

The first thing he checked was not himself.

But his bags.

Fortunately...

The tiny world remained there safely.

The food supplies remained untouched too.

Immediately afterward, Clayne released a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately...

Everything important was still there.

But then...

He suddenly realized something strange.

It was too quiet.

Far too quiet.

No growls.

No banging.

No noises from below.

Nothing.

The silence itself felt unnatural.

Clayne slowly frowned afterward.

Then immediately...

He walked toward the window carefully.

And when he looked outside...

His eyes widened completely in shock.