D*mn those zombies… D*mn the zombie virus… Theresa lay motionless on the ground, seemingly as if she were dead. At that moment, the two zombie kings opened their blood-soaked mouths and charged at her with their bodies blazing with scorching flames. Just as they fully surrounded her, Theresa suddenly lifted her head. In each hand, she held a bomb. She rammed both straight into the zombies' mouths, ignoring their teeth tearing into her arms as she clamped her hands over their jaws and held them shut. Boom! Both explosions went off at once. The two zombie heads burst into mangled pulp. At the same time, Theresa's long blade flew from her palm. She pushed through the eruption of flames and struck again, delivering the finishing blow. All she wanted was to kill. Theresa panted violently. Her own blood streamed down from her hand gripping the blade. At that moment, her hands were nothing but shredded flesh, yet she had killed all three level seven zombie kings. She did it with no abilities but only to rely on herself. Just then, two more gray-eyed figures emerged from the darkness. It was two level eight zombie kings. Theresa knew that these high-level zombies were prepared by the Starborn Order to train the zombie king. Theresa was already at her physical limit as her fingers trembled uncontrollably when she held her blade. She began calculating the one last option she had left, and that was the nuclear-level kill switch. If she died, everyone would go down with her. No one here could be allowed to survive. Starborn Order must die, as she still had people who needed to live.Splurt! Suddenly, one of the level-eight zombies in front of her had a blade driven cleanly through the back of its skull. In that split second, a figure appeared, its eyes clouded with zombie gray. A level-eight "zombie" stood before everyone. He looked straight at Theresa and said, "Can you still kill?" When Theresa saw him, her heart skipped a beat. It was 5587, the pawn Herold had planted. "If you can't, let me," said 5587 as he ripped the blade out from the zombie's skull. Then, a powerful lightning ability erupted in the meeting room, crashing toward the central chamber where all the Decision Makers were shielded. Thunder surged through their protective barrier—overloading it and tearing it open. Everything happened in seconds. The Decision Makers froze as they were stunned by the sudden betrayal. At the same time, another voice sounded from outside. "Terry! The force field is down!" Herold charged in. As he entered, the electricity in the conference room surged back to life. All of her abilities that were previously sealed returned in full force. At that moment, Theresa's energy reignited. She looked at the people before her and said, "It's my turn now." Seeing Theresa, who had regained full energy, the Decision Makers were terrified. They rarely used their own abilities, but now… Metal, wood, water, fire, earth, mental, lightning, ice—every enhancement ability they had… "Power Pulse." Theresa snapped her fingers.In that split second, every last one of their remaining trump cards vanished. Everyone froze in shock. They couldn't believe that Theresa still had abilities! However, there was no time left for astonishment when Theresa had already teleported in front of them. Her blade swept out at blinding speed. Soon, Decision Maker Eight was dead, then followed by Decision Maker Seven, Decision Maker Six, Decision Maker Five, Decision Maker Four, Decision Maker Three, and Decision Maker One! "You stupid f*cking idiots! Go to hell!" Theresa butchered every Decision Maker on site, tearing them into pieces. Heads rolled, and blood flooded the floor. Each skull was chopped into unrecognizable mush, especially Decision Maker One. All Theresa had in mind now was to kill them all. Every one of them was guilty beyond forgiveness! Just as Theresa slaughtered them to her heart's content, a round of applause echoed inside the meeting room. "7913, you have truly surprised me." A holographic projection appeared before her. It was Decision Maker One, the very one she had chopped to bits. However, his projection showed a sickly man lying on a bed.