The Death Trap at the Golf Course

The abandoned golf course was vast and deathly silent, churning with a nauseating stench of blood.  

The lawn, which was originally lush and green, had long since turned into a patch of dark red scorched earth.  

Hundreds of speed-type zombies with ulcerated skin and mutated bones roamed in the rainstorm, while dozens of massive mutated zombies growled in the shadows.  

Led by Julian, the search squad seemingly penetrated smoothly into the underground warehouse located at the center of the course.  

When the heavy anti-explosion iron door ahead was slowly pushed open, revealing the mountainous piles of various antibiotics, uncontaminated canned water, and high-calorie compressed biscuits before everyone's eyes, all the search members let out cheers of wild ecstasy.  

"Quick! Load them onto the trucks! Move everything out!"  

Julian commanded loudly, his eyes filled with the fanaticism of an imminent grand success.  

However, just at the moment when the supply loading was near completion and everyone was preparing to retreat, an abrupt mutation occurred.  

Click.  

A crisp yet heavy sound of metal locking echoed exceptionally sharply in the empty underground corridor.  

The alloy anti-explosion gate, which was originally wide open, crashed down instantly without warning, completely sealing off the warehouse's only exit to the outside.  

Outside the thick bulletproof glass, dense crowds of zombies were frantically drawn in by the sudden sharp alarm sound, their decayed faces pressed tightly against the glass, making piercing scratching noises.  

On the outer side of the control console.  

Julian stood shoulder to shoulder with a woman wearing a tight red leather outfit and bearing a sinister gaze. She was the young mistress of the largest thug organization in the North District, the "Red Scorpion Gang."  

Glaring through the glass, Julian stared viciously at me and shouted:  

"Cole! You selfish piece of garbage, today this place is your graveyard! I'll be taking your safehouse and your woman!"  

Not until this moment did the surrounding refugees awaken as if from a dream.  

"Julian! You betrayed us?!"  

"Damn it! The door won't open!"  

Panic spread in an instant. It turned out that Julian had long since colluded with the Red Scorpion Gang.  

He purposely set a trap using this batch of medical supplies that the civilians could not refuse, with the objective of slaughtering me and all the main search members dependent on me inside this zombie nest.  

As long as I died, he could logically bring the armed forces of the Red Scorpion Gang to take over that rooftop shelter equipped with a complete set of power generation facilities.  

"Hahaha! Enjoy the final feast properly, young master!"  

Julian pulled down the switch of the highest-specification loudspeaker that was luring all the zombies on the field.  

The piercing frequency instantly reverberated through the entire golf course.  

The zombie horde outside the underground warehouse fell into complete madness; hundreds of mutants began to smash violently against the anti-explosion glass with their bodies, with cracks spreading like spiderwebs.  

"You think you are still that high-and-mighty young master? The hundreds of mutants here will chew your bones into pieces one by one!"  

Julian laughed maniacally as he issued the retreat order, believing he had successfully executed this surefire death trap.  

Standing at the core of the zombie encirclement, listening to the heavy footsteps gradually closing in from all around and the desperate wails of the refugees, my face showed no panic at all. Instead, I lit a cigarette and slowly blew out a ring of smoke.  

In the face of absolute strength, these self-righteous calculations were as laughable as children playing with mud.  

I hadn't told anyone yet.  

The superpower I awakened is "Instant Kill."  

This is a power of absolute void capable of obliterating all matter and energy in the world.  

Although due to the current magical limitations, it can only be activated once a day upon encountering a crisis and causes immense exhaustion, it is already more than enough to handle the situation before us.  

Right at the instant when the first mutated zombie smashed the glass and lunged roaringly toward me—  

"Everyone who touches him... go to hell for me!!"  

A tyrannously delicate shout, sounding as though it would completely tear the eardrums apart, shattered the night sky.  

Is that Avery?!  

Boom!  

The violent ice superpower instantly broke loose from control, venting frantically with Avery as the center.  

The air, originally at minus ten degrees, plunged instantly to minus fifty degrees, as sweeping expanses of ice rolled over the entire golf course like an angry tide.  

The endless ice not only instantly shredded the several lashing zombies into icy debris but also, carrying an anger capable of destroying heaven and earth, forcefully cracked open that anti-explosion main gate.  

Under Julian's extremely terrified gaze, the rampaging colossal ice wave transformed into countless sharp ice blades, pulling a piercing screech through the air and instantly shredding the young mistress of the Red Scorpion Gang—who had cut off my retreat—into a glaring mist of blood on the spot.  

And that out-of-control blizzard storm, after tearing the enemies apart, did not halt; instead, carrying a morbid desire for possessiveness, it formed a massive ice coffin, slowly wrapping toward me as I stood where I was.  

Meanwhile, Avery's eyes were completely blood-red, stepping toward me pace by pace like a wasteland god of slaughter.  

"Cole... Cole..."  

Avery's voice trembled violently in the raging cold wind.  

It was not fear, but a paranoia resulting from being on the brink of betrayal and despair for a long time, eventually collapsing completely.  

"Look at me... you can only look at me."  

Her long hair flew wild, and the tears turning into ice crystals the exact moment they slid from the corners of her eyes. "Those pieces of garbage are simply not worthy of standing by your side. Only I can protect you... As long as I lock you up, lock you inside a castle meant only for the two of us... you will never marry anyone else again, right?"  

"Roar—!!"  

At the same time, outside the high platform ruins, Julian, who had lost one of his hands, was drenched in blood, his face distorted as he pressed the final luring button in his hand.  

All the barbed wire fences surrounding the perimeter of the golf course were completely blasted to pieces in an instant.  

An even larger horde of zombies, drawn by the highest-frequency alarm, surged in like a bursting black flood.  

Over a hundred mutated "Behemoth" zombies, standing over five meters tall and swinging deformed colossal arms, roared as they closed in around the frozen center where we stood.  

Outside was a ten-thousand-strong zombie horde; inside was a rampaging female protagonist.  

I stood at the core of the encirclement of countless ice chains, feeling my limbs gradually being frozen by the creeping ice.  

The extreme sense of crisis perfectly shattered the final restriction of the superpower within my body at this very moment.  

"Huh..."  

I gently exhaled the last puff of smoke, letting the cigarette butt fall from my fingertips onto the ice, extinguishing instantly.  

"Have you played enough, Miss Fiancée?"  

I spoke in a low voice.