The Undead Disaster is Coming
Xu Mo didn't waste time. He threw Alyssa onto the cruise ship that had been anchored atop the skyscraper, then turned his attention to the U.S. Department of Defense.
If undead creatures were to be used safely against the zombie hordes, one threat had to be neutralized first—nuclear weapons.
If high-ranking officials panicked and tried to deploy nukes against the undead or during zombie-clearing operations, the entire plan would collapse. Those weapons had to be eliminated.
Although much of the world's internet had gone dark, satellite networks were still operational—and nuclear weapon systems often relied on them for command transmission. Not every silo was online, but Xu Mo would handle them individually if needed.
To that end, he exchanged for an intelligent system akin to Jarvis.
Within a single day, Xu Mo traveled across every nuclear-armed nation. By nightfall, he stood on the deck of the cruise ship resting atop the Wilshire Center.
He checked his watch.
"That should be about right."
As his words faded, streaks of white light rocketed into the sky across the globe, vanishing into outer space before detonating in radiant bursts. Nuclear arsenals across every nation had just been erased.
Xu Mo turned to the three companions behind him.
"Now… let's begin."
They spread out along the edges of the deck, put on their communication headsets, and began weaving spells. Portals several meters wide shimmered into existence around them.
Hovering above the ship, Xu Mo summoned the Dark Book. With its aid, three massive gates—each fifty meters across—opened in the skies over the world's largest cities. Alone, he could only manage one of that scale; with the Dark Book, he forced three at once.
At his signal, he pressed a button on a remote. A deep siren blared from the ship.
On the far side of each portal, the zombies reacted instantly, sprinting toward the gates.
Nine portals of various sizes hung like floodgates in the sky. Zombies poured through in a black tide, tumbling into Los Angeles from midair.
The ground below transformed into a writhing ocean of corpses. Zombies clawed desperately at the skyscraper walls, but the glass offered no handholds. Soon they piled atop one another in heaps ten meters high—still nothing compared to the tower's 300-meter bulk.
Xu Mo watched in silence. For ordinary humans, these enhanced zombies—tireless, drawn by sound and scent, fighting until death—were despair incarnate. Their only weakness was their inability to swim.
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U.S. Pacific Fleet – Conference Room
Admiral Wells sat grim-faced among his officers. The air was heavy.
Moments ago, every nuclear weapon in the nation had inexplicably launched into space. Humanity's last failsafe was gone.
A soldier leaned in and whispered. Wells' expression darkened; he waved for confirmation.
Soon, footage filled the big screen—showing the Wilshire Center skyscraper. A cruise ship sat impossibly atop its roof. Portals hung in the air, spewing zombies into Los Angeles.
Exclamations erupted:
"My God, am I seeing this right?"
"That's a cruise ship—on a rooftop!"
"What are those portals?"
Wells clapped sharply. The room fell silent.
"Similar portals have appeared in other cities. They're funneling zombies away—toward Los Angeles."
The screen split into multiple feeds, showing gates across the globe, with hordes swarming into them. The rooftop figures were barely visible.
"What do you propose we do?" Wells asked.
After a pause, one officer spoke. "Sir, this may be our chance. Whatever their intentions, it benefits us. One of the emptied cities is New York. We can resupply without interference. My recommendation—don't provoke them. Pretend they don't exist. If they can summon these portals, they could drop a zombie horde on our fleet in seconds."
Agreement rippled through the room. Wells nodded. "Then it's decided. Issue orders: no provocation."
Across the world, nations reached the same conclusion.
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The Ritual
The portals remained open for a full day, their positions shifting as needed. By then, Los Angeles swarmed with more than ten million zombies—four to five times the city's original population.
Hovering fifty meters above the ship, Xu Mo floated into position. He had no intention of wasting this opportunity. An undead army born from millions of corpses would be more than enough.
He dismissed his exhausted allies from the ritual circle; the spell drew no distinction between friend and foe.
Slowly, the portals sealed. Xu Mo began chanting—an ancient, obscure incantation. The Dark Book pulsed violently, then unleashed a tide of black energy.
A pillar of shadow burst skyward, mirrored by five beams of light erupting from magic circles encircling the city.
Gray-black energy flooded every street, every alley.
Xu Mo's voice thundered:
"The Scourge of the Undead… is coming!"
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