Doomsday: with unlimited warehouse system



A growing crowd of espers gathered at the city gate, observing the five audacious individuals with arms held high and an air of arrogance about them.  Hushed whispers and murmurs spread through the crowd.

At this moment, David arrived with the group.  Seeing the true leader of the city approach, all the espers involuntarily fell silent, keeping their eyes on David and the five individuals at the city gate.

"Who are they?"  David inquired, looking at the five men.

Arnold responded firmly, his voice stern: "These five are espers from the nearby L City.  They caused trouble here before and were driven away by the guarding espers.  But who would've thought they'd be this arrogant this time, even killing our guards!  They've got the nerve!"

Arnold's anger grew as he spoke, and he seemed ready to charge at the five troublemakers.

"Stay back," David quickly stopped him.

Arnold hesitated, unsure of David's intentions.  David looked up at the five men and said, "They must have come prepared if they're making such a grand entrance."

Following David's words, everyone began scrutinizing the five men.  They observed them standing atop the city gate, arrogantly boasting and standing on the corpses of the guarding espers.  The large swords and axes they held appeared ferocious, radiating a murderous intent.  However, something puzzled them.

The five men seemed slightly mechanical in their speech and movements, as if someone was controlling them.  David activated his Insight ability and, from the outskirts five kilometers away, spotted a middle-aged man.  This man had transparent threads wound around his fingers, constantly twitching them.

David immediately understood that the five men at the city gate were being manipulated by this middle-aged man.  Otherwise, who would openly attack a city like this?

At the same time, David sensed the middle-aged man's level of power.  He couldn't help but snort.  It turned out that this guy was just breaking through to the ninth level.  David couldn't fathom why a mere ninth-level esper would provoke his attention by attacking his city.

David signaled to Fatso with a glance, who promptly understood and acted.

"I'll go talk to that guy!"  In an instant, Fatso shot up from the ground and headed towards the direction David indicated.  With a single breath, he reached the middle-aged man's position.  Before the man could react, Fatso kicked him hard in the back of his head.  The man's vision went black as he fell to the ground.

The five men on the city gate crumbled like mud, lying lifeless on the ground.  Fatso lifted the middle-aged man and returned to David's side.  He tossed the man to the ground before giving him a vicious kick to the abdomen.  The excruciating pain made the man squeal like a slaughtered pig.  As he slowly opened his eyes, he was met with the faces of the people before him.

"You...  you all..."  The middle-aged man realized that his scheme had been exposed and hurriedly attempted to say something.  However, David wouldn't give him the opportunity, lightly flicking his finger.

"Boom!"  The middle-aged man's body exploded like a balloon.  In the blink of an eye, a ninth-level esper turned into a burst of blood and gore.  The members of Embers Squad were left momentarily stunned.

They had assumed David would question the man, but instead, he had been eliminated with a flick of a finger.  Even Fatso was perplexed.  David, however, remained indifferent, treating the man's life as inconsequential.  He had done so because the area was filled with espers who had witnessed the scene.

All eyes were fixed on David, curious to see how he would respond.  Some had ulterior motives, hoping to align with the five troublemakers to seize the city.  Thus, David's actions would determine their next moves.

Aware of their intentions through their gazes, David scornfully regarded their cunning expressions.  Without hesitation, he disintegrated the man's body, not only asserting his dominance but also sending a clear message to the espers in the city that he was the true authority.

Indeed, as they witnessed the bloody remnants of the middle-aged man scattered in the air, a collective sense of terror swept over the surrounding espers.  Even those who had intended to capitalize on the chaos quickly lowered their heads, unwilling to meet David's gaze.

At that moment, they realized that before David, they were as insignificant as ants.  Gazing at the corpses of the five men on the city wall, David spoke, "It seems that L City has issued us a challenge. Before we sleep tonight, we'll take it down."

Hearing David's words, the members of Embers Squad grew excited.  It had been a while since they had engaged in combat, and the prospect of attacking L City under David's orders ignited their fighting spirit.  Fatso eagerly rolled up his sleeves, drawing the bone knife that sent shivers down Emlyn's spine.  Arnold, Duke, and others were equally eager.  They had long wanted to conquer L City, but without David's decision, they had refrained from action.

Now that David himself had given the order, they were ready to unleash their strength.  Thus, Embers Squad, with the newly upgraded Cola and Little black, as well as Viola and Emlyn, followed David's lead to the gates of L City.

L City had its own ruler, and upon hearing that David was leading an assault, a shiver ran down his spine.  In his panic, he made a grave mistake—attempting to resist David's attack.

Meanwhile, Embers Squad members stormed into L City like furious lions, leaving a trail of death and destruction in their wake.  In the blink of an eye, the guarding forces and numerous zombies became their victims as they surged toward the heart of L City, utilizing their esper abilities.

Emlyn and Viola seemed to relish the thrill of combat, leaving a trail of defeated espers in their wake.  David floated mid-air, overseeing the chaos below.  A faint smile played on his lips, giving him an icy and detached demeanor.

In a short span of time, Fatso singlehandedly subdued L City's leader, a tenth-level gold-tier esper.  But now, facing Embers Squad, he was as helpless as a lamb waiting for slaughter.  As David approached, a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes, and he uttered just a few words.

"Please!  Please spare me, big brother!  I was wrong!  I beg you, don't kill me!"  Trembling with regret, the city's leader attempted to plead for mercy, hoping to save his life.  Yet, David was all too familiar with such individuals and had no intention of granting him any reprieve.  Just as the man was about to brace himself for a fight to the death, Fatso's bone knife glided gently across his neck.