[R-18+ Contains explicit scenes!] - 300 years have passed since the zombie outbreak began. These zombies, known as Eaters, have evolved into different, more dangerous types.

To fight back, humans created a new kind of warrior—half-human, half-Eater. These warriors were given living weapons on their right hands and a game system in their minds. Every time they kill an [Eaters] they gain something called a [Feed Count]. The more Feed Counts they collect, the stronger their weapon becomes. Eventually, they [Rank Up].

Johnquis became one of these warriors, known as an [Eater Blade]. But unlike others who formed swords, guns, or shields, Johnquis only got a [Chain]. Because of this, he was slow at collecting Feed Counts and became the weakest and lowest-ranked warrior.

But his chain was never made to kill.

It was made to capture, tame, and control zombies.

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The trio moved deeper into the nest. With each step, the air grew thinner, harder to breathe. Until it thickened again, this time with heat and the stench of rot. Sweat clung to their suits. Their breathing turned harsh, labored.


Savier's voice exploded through the tunnels. "COME ON! WHERE YOU ALL AT, HUH?"


Johnquis flinched, whipping around. "You fucker—will you shut that damn mouth? Just like your Eater Blade, your mouth's a fucking shotgun."


Savier just grinned. "I expected this to be D-tier. I need more Eaters to feed my blade—"


A screech cut him off. Too loud… and too close.


Dozens of Eaters poured from the tunnel ahead, clawing over each other to get to them.


Savier grinning wide. "That's the sound I needed." 


He surged forward. His shotgun roared—


Chapter 60 - DEEP DOWN: THE HELLHOLE QUEST — PART 2.