My Job? Weaving Armour For Undead In Apocalypse
Chapter 33: Life & Death (Part 3 Final)

Chapter 33: Life & Death (Part 3 Final)

Smoke curled lazily from the barrel of the revolver clenched in Merek’s hand as the Type Two staggered, its head pierced by a clean, smoking hole. The zombie pitched forward, falling head first onto the blood-soaked ground.

Merek swayed unsteadily from side to side, his vision swimming in dizzy waves. He’d had to use telekinesis to empower the bullet—just a slight boost, but enough to make it impossible for the Type Two to block or dodge the fatal shot.

Yuki caught him swiftly, steadying his trembling frame as he closed his eyes and shook his head repeatedly, trying desperately to clear the haze that blurred his sight.

Nero came running over, urgency thick in his voice as he reached out to Felicity, who was slumped on the floor, her chest rising and falling with rapid, ragged breaths. "Are you okay?!" he asked, his eyes wide with concern.

Between gasps, Felicity gave a shaky nod.

Ignoring Nero, Merek forced himself past him, dropping to a squat beside Tevin and pulling out a small jar of healing balm. His limbs felt leaden, exhaustion creeping in like a dark fog, threatening to pull him under, but sheer will kept him anchored.

Every few moments, he shook his head again, causing Tevin, Felicity, and even Nero to exchange worried glances.

"I’m alright," Merek said firmly, his voice low but steady. He scooped a small amount of the thick, black balm and pressed it onto Tevin’s jagged wound. Tevin hissed sharply but quickly blinked in surprise as a cool, soothing sensation spread through the injury.

Felicity crawled closer and handed over her pristine white cloth. Merek took it and carefully wrapped it around Tevin’s abdomen, binding the wound with practiced care.

Then, he glanced over at Fred. The man lay crumpled on the ground like a coward, shaking from fear, but now that death had passed him by, he rose without so much as a glance, or a word of thanks, to the ones who had saved him.

As for Nero, Merek knew better than to expect him to throw fire in such close quarters with Tevin, Felicity and the Type Two, especially given how fast and close the enemy had been.

The drivers sat rigidly in their seats, faces pale and eyes wide with shock, still haunted by the inhuman scene they had just witnessed—their best fighters barely surviving an encounter with a relentless zombie. The eerie silence in the vehicle was thick with tension and disbelief.

"We’re four, so how do we share it?" Fred asked, his finger pointing toward the three glowing orbs—two green, one red—resting silently beside the lifeless corpse.

"You get none," Merek replied coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth.

Fred’s eyes narrowed sharply. It was undeniable—Merek was the major reason they had survived this brutal fight.

Yet even Merek had suffered significant losses. Four of his loyal "knights" were gone, their armor damaged, and the fool hadn’t even noticed the blood trickling from his own nose.

Fred silently calculated. Given the current state, he could easily defeat the exhausted Merek—if only he struck Nero first and took advantage of the chaos...

But before his thoughts could fully form, Fred’s plans crumbled in an instant. He caught sight of Yuki, still standing a few meters behind Merek, and to his growing horror, the headless armored "knights" began to stir. They rose slowly from the ground.

A chill shot down Fred’s spine, freezing the blood in his veins.

"We have the essence core, and the orbs. Which one do you choose?" Felicity asked, her tone calm but firm as she addressed Merek.

Merek’s eyes flicked toward Nero, then back to Felicity. "Are you planning on giving him any? He did nothing."

"There’s a difference between being rendered powerless and choosing not to help," Felicity replied coolly, her gaze unwavering.

"I’ll take the essence core," Merek said, his voice steady.

Felicity’s eyes flickered, a subtle shift that betrayed her thoughts. The essence core was a treasure of immense value—sure to boost Merek’s level significantly.

Yet the dark hues of the green and red orbs suggested they too were rare and powerful, perhaps equal in potency to the items Merek had initially brought from defeating that giant zombie.

With careful hands, Merek harvested the essence core. Before swallowing it, he watched Felicity and Nero each select a green orb, while Tevin took the red one.

He expected them to squeeze the orbs, to activate them immediately, but none did. Instead, they quietly placed the orbs into their backpacks, their faces unreadable.

With a heavy sigh, Merek swallowed the essence core, feeling the familiar rush of power flood through him.

[You have consumed a level 29 Stage-1 Type Two essence core!]

[You have risen to level 19!]

[You have risen to level 20!]

[Your Job has reached its limit. Job Evolution mission has been updated.]

[Job Evolution Mission]:

1. Bind 20 souls and weave an armor for them all of at least D minus rating. (3/20)

2. Weave an armor design for your General-grade wraith, Yuki, with a rating of C plus! (0/1)

3. Bind another General-grade soul! (0/1)

Just then, a notification popped up.

[Your wraith, Yuki has risen to level 20. Can’t level up until armour is improved.]

[Your Vulture wraith minions have both risen to level 15!]

His eyes dimmed, the weight of loss pressing heavily on him. Two souls had slipped through his grasp—gone.

The sting of it was sharp and raw. They might have survived the previous ordeal, but this one had been their end. Still, the loss stirred a thought deep within him. If there was a way to stabilize these young, fragile souls—these unstable fragments of life, could they endure even after their bodies, their shells, were shattered?

He was certain Yuki would survive. That meant Yuki possessed something they lacked, something crucial. But there was no time to dwell on such thoughts, not with the pounding headache hammering at his skull like a blacksmith relentlessly shaping a sword in the forge.

Weak and unsteady, he stepped onto the second bus alongside Yuki and the two headless Vultures who strode in with their severed heads clasped firmly in one hand.

The engines of the buses roared to life, their deep rumble vibrating through their frames, signaling that the journey would continue.

...

Some moments later, Merek, having recovered a fraction of his strength, descended from the bus with the others.

A flicker of hope lit their faces as the prospect of food drew near, but that hope was quickly extinguished. The sight of the cafeteria from outside struck their hearts with cold dread.

Tevin surged forward, urgency in his steps, only to freeze at the threshold.

As Merek and the others closed in, the horrific truth became clear. There, tied flat on a table, was a female zombie—her body twisting violently in a desperate attempt to break free, but bound too tightly to succeed.

None of them were fools. The horde came from the cafeteria all because someone deliberately lured them here by using a fellow student as bait.

Someone sane. A human.

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