SSS Class Awakening: Start With A God-Level Choice System
Chapter 65: Ainsworth, Rian, And Dante Fights Against The Zombie Tide

Chapter 65: Ainsworth, Rian, And Dante Fights Against The Zombie Tide

As soldiers scrambled to comply, Rourke turned his attention to the outer perimeter. It was collapsing fast.

The front line was already thinning. Dozens of bodies—some twitching, some still—littered the blood-soaked dirt.

Screams echoed through the air, overlapping with the relentless rattling of gunfire and the sickening growls of the undead.

The Normal-rank zombies came in waves, relentless and unfeeling. For every one they took down, two more seemed to crawl over its corpse. Grenades exploded in clouds of fire and shrapnel, but it barely slowed them down.

And now, the Elite-rank zombies were in play. They were faster, tougher, and worst of all, coordinated.

One of them leaped from a nearby building, crashing down into a squad of soldiers like a wrecking ball. Its claws shredded through reinforced armor like it was paper.

"Johnson! Flank that one from the left!" Rourke shouted, pointing to the Elite Zombie that was cleaving through the barricades. "And someone gets that damn auto-turret back online!"

"They cut our power line—manually!" a soldier yelled back, panic in his voice. "It’s not just brute force—they’re thinking, sir!"

As if to confirm it, the Special-rank Zombie raised an arm and made a strange guttural sound. In response, two other zombies moved to flank the auto-turret’s wreckage and began tearing through the wires—systematically.

It wasn’t just leading them—it was commanding them.

Captain Rourke’s face darkened. This wasn’t a horde. This was a zombie army, and that thing was the general.

"Form a kill box at checkpoint Alpha! Use the overturned truck as cover!" he ordered. "Suppress the elites—fallback teams, lay mines behind you, and MOVE!"

The soldiers scrambled, doing their best to form a retreat line, but it was falling apart fast.

The Special Zombie was now advancing slowly, almost leisurely, confident, and mocking. It paused just long enough to snatch a screaming soldier by the throat, then snapped his neck with one hand before tossing the body like garbage.

Even as Rourke fought tooth and nail to hold the defense together, he knew it was only a matter of time.

The tide had turned—and the base was losing.

Just as Rourke and the soldiers were on the brink of losing all hope and morale, a deep, commanding voice reverberated across the battlefield like thunder crashing through the chaos:

"[Meteoric Shield Fall]!"

From above, a figure descended like a meteor. Clutching an enormous shield, Dante plummeted from the sky, his body wreathed in a trail of kinetic force.

He crashed into an Elite-rank Zombie, shield-first, with bone-shattering momentum.

BOOM!

The ground quaked beneath the impact.

A crater formed where he landed, and at its center, the Elite-rank Zombie had been reduced to pulp. Its body flattened and embedded into the dirt like a grotesque smear of flesh and bone.

Dante stood tall, shield glowing faintly, completely unharmed.

The sudden impact and devastation stunned both allies and enemies for a split second—just long enough for the follow-up.

"[Sword Light Rain]!"

A voice rang out from behind as Rian stepped forward, raising a radiant blade toward the heavens. In response, dozens—no, hundreds—of swords made of pure holy light materialized high in the sky and rained down with divine precision.

The battlefield lit up like a holy storm. The descending swords impaled the zombies with frightening accuracy, piercing skulls, shattering spines, and pinning limbs.

The front line of the horde was momentarily cleaved apart, buying the soldiers precious breathing room.

A cheer almost rose among the desperate defenders—until the pressure intensified once more.

Floating high above the battlefield, Ainsworth extended his right palm toward the zombie tide, his expression calm yet commanding.

"Gravitational Push!"

A powerful shockwave of invisible force blasted outward from his hand.

The horde rippled like a wave crashing against an immovable wall.

Dozens of zombies were flung backward, their bodies ragdolling through the air before slamming into each other or the terrain.

Some were crushed against walls. Others tumbled into trenches and didn’t get back up.

The tide was halted, if only for a moment.

The soldiers of Fort Echo-7 stared in stunned silence.

Three figures, clearly human, but descending like gods of war, had turned the tide in less than ten seconds.

Captain Rourke’s breath caught in his throat. "...Reinforcements?"

"No," Lieutenant Bell muttered, eyes wide. "They’re monsters—on our side."

Captain Rourke remembered those three, especially Ainsworth. Not just him, every soldier and officer in Fort Echo-7 knew who Ainsworth was and held a favorable impression.

Since arriving with his survivor group, Ainsworth hadn’t remained low-key. On the contrary, he distributed supplies freely, giving food, water, and even basic medical items to the needy without asking for anything in return. His actions spoke louder than any words.

Because of that, Rourke no longer had to ration supplies to the survivor sector. Ainsworth had taken that burden upon himself, and in doing so, earned the respect and quiet gratitude of every soldier in the fort.

But now, watching him descend from the sky like some mythical being, wielding powers far beyond human comprehension, Rourke realized—there was more to this young man than he had ever imagined.

Before he could think further, a mocking voice slithered across the battlefield, crawling into their ears like a cold whisper:

"Oh? So the little ants brought in new toys?"

The Special-rank Zombie, its body unusually intact and disturbingly humanoid, began to clap slowly. Its grin stretched far too wide, exposing a row of jagged, bone-white teeth.

"No matter. Let’s see how long you last—inside my domain."

With a casual flick of its wrist, the air shimmered. White, translucent boxes suddenly materialized, dropping from above like silent cages. One by one, they snapped shut around Dante, Rian, and several dozen soldiers.

The moment the boxes touched the ground, glowing runes flickered into existence on their surfaces.

Inside, time and space twisted strangely. Sound was muted. Power couldn’t escape.

Dante slammed his fist against the barrier with a grunt. Nothing.

Rian tried to dispel the box with light magic, but it fizzled on contact. The barrier absorbed it like a sponge.

Captain Rourke’s eyes widened. "They’re trapped!"

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