[Time Data Log: March 14, 2026]

  [Coordinates: Streets of Earth - Judgment Day]

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  All the giant LED advertising screens on the facades of skyscrapers, every TV inside homes, and billions of smartphones in people's hands simultaneously turned a static gray. Heavy interference glitched across them. A second later, a mechanical, flaming eye symbol named "God of Annihilation" appeared, overwhelming every viewing lens of humanity.

  From public broadcasting speakers to personal phone speakers, a cold, soulless AI robotic voice rang out, echoing directly into the eardrums of the world:

  "Judgment order activated. God of Annihilation is taking over the global security system. Initiating the extermination and purging of 80% of humanity. The Z-01 virus strain is beginning to spread."

  Less than five minutes later, the entire world turned into a giant slaughterhouse.

  Deafening explosions shook the ground. Out-of-control vehicles smashed into each other and blew up, fires roaring and raging across all intersections. Those infected with the virus collapsed, frothing at the mouth, then staggered back to their feet. Their eyes were rolled back, completely white and streaked with blood-red veins. Screams of people being torn apart and eaten echoed everywhere. Countless bodies were dismembered right on the streets, fresh blood and guts scattered, staining the bustling asphalt dark red.

  The most disgusting of all were the kids turned into zombies. Their small bodies allowed them to sneak around, crawling swiftly under cars, then suddenly pouncing to bite clean through the hamstrings of adults scattering in panic.

  The walkie-talkie on police officer Hana’s hip blared with desperate screams from the command center, then went dead. Everything collapsed too fast. She whipped her head around to look.

  That psycho motherfucker SSS+, who just a moment ago was screaming about becoming the overlord of the universe, now had a face completely drained of blood. He scrambled over on his knees, clinging tightly to her thighs, wailing pitifully:

  "Officer! Please take me to jail! Put me somewhere safe, that prison with 100-meter-high walls for supervillains! You can even lock me up, I’m begging you!!!"

  "Get the fuck off me!"

  SMACK! Hana swung her arm and slapped the crazy pig so hard he saw stars. But SSS+ was thick-skinned as shit. Slapped or not, he didn't let go. Instead, he used the momentum to jump up, clinging tightly to Hana's back like a gorilla, choking her neck so he wouldn't get left behind.

  "Goddammit! Weren't you just screaming that you're the Ruler?! Why are you being such a cowardly bitch now?!" Hana yelled, struggling to pry his hands off.

  SSS+ dangled from her back, straining his neck to argue back:

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  "You actually believed the ramblings of a psycho?! If you guys hadn't dragged me into the van, wouldn't I be hiding in my cafe behind three locked doors by now?! Save me! Help! Fucking help me!!!"

  The two male cops standing nearby—Cage, a small, middle-aged blonde, and Jack, a bald, muscular guy—looked at this tragicomic scene, sweating bullets.

  "Hana, just throw his ass in the van! We have no choice, if we stay here, we're all dead!" Cage yelled.

  "Go!"

  Hana yanked out her stun baton. BZZZT! She swung the baton, smashing the skull of an incoming zombie bitch with half its face chewed off, then cleared a path and bolted frantically toward the special armored police van.

  But right at this moment, SSS+'s true scumbag nature erupted.

  Taking advantage of the three cops covering each other while climbing into the front cab, this psycho dove straight into the armored prisoner compartment in the back. Clack! Clack! Clack! He bolted every single fucking window and door from the inside. No one else could get in.

  He pressed his face against the iron bars of the window, shouting out:

  "I'm not letting anyone in here! This is my VIP prison! Fuck off, zombies!"

  Hana and the two male cops had to squeeze into the front seats, hurriedly starting the engine. But before the van could roll, a mob of fleeing citizens swarmed them. They pounded on the doors, crying and screaming, clinging to the back of the van, desperately trying to pry open the armored compartment to find a place to hide. The weight of dozens of people hanging on made the van sluggish, unable to move forward.

  Inside, SSS+ panicked when he saw the iron door rattling violently. Motherfucker, what if the door breaks? Without overthinking it, he unzipped his pants, stood inside the van, and took a massive piss straight through the iron bars to drive the crowd away. I was too busy brushing my teeth and making coffee for that old guy at the shop this morning, didn't have time to use the toilet. Releasing it now feels fucking amazing. While at it, he blindly grabbed whatever random junk was in the prisoner cell—shoes, helmets, water bottles, broken glass—and hurled them at the heads of the people desperately clinging outside.

  Sitting in the driver's seat and looking through the rearview mirror, Hana was furious. She slammed on the brakes and screamed:

  "You pig! Open the door and let some people in! With them swarming the back like this, how the fuck is the van supposed to move?!"

  SSS+ hesitated. He scratched his head and thought for exactly one second, then roared out a sentence that couldn't be any more uneducated and crude:

  "THEN TELL THEM TO GET BUTT NAKED! I'll only open the door for anyone who's totally naked! You gotta strip completely so I know you aren't hiding any bite marks under your clothes! You can't trust anyone wearing clothes right now!!!"

  Hearing the psycho's final verdict, the two male cops in the passenger seats spat out their saliva, holding their stomachs and bursting into laughter despite their lives hanging by a thread. What kind of fucked-up logic was this?!

  But on the line between life and death, what the hell was dignity worth?

  A roar from the zombie horde echoed from the end of the street. The back door of the van clacked and swung wide open.

  A few people squeezed inside. The iron door immediately slammed shut.

  Outside, an elderly man used his last ounce of strength to shove a young girl through the gap in the van doors, throwing his arm out to take the fatal bite from a lunging zombie. The armored van screeched its tires, rammed away a few bodies blocking the path, and sped off into the apocalyptic chaos.

  The van roared away, leaving behind the figure of the old man being torn to shreds by the undead, blood pouring from his mouth, but he still tried to yell after them: "I helped... please... protect my granddaughter..."

  Fifteen minutes later, the van sped along the deserted avenue.

  Inside the cramped, dark VIP prison cell, SSS+ clutched his non-stick frying pan, huddled up in a corner. Sitting on the bench opposite him were six people: three men, two women, and that 11-year-old girl from earlier.

  The little girl had her arms tied behind her back with her own shirt, because nobody knew if she had been bitten during the chaos.

  And all five of the adults... were sitting there completely buck naked.

  They covered their private parts with their hands, their bruised and scratched bodies shivering from fear and humiliation, staring in shock at the pan-wielding psycho who was flashing an extremely satisfied smile.