A new day began, but the morning light brought William no relief.
He sat in the makeshift command center, thick files and electronic reports piled high before him.
They were all regarding personnel placement, resource allocation, regional zoning, task distribution, and various internal frictions.
Apocalypse had expanded to nearly a hundred thousand people in a very short time, bringing management pressure far beyond his initial imagination.
Every decision could affect the interests of thousands and trigger new conflicts.
What he wanted wasn't just a gathering of gang members or a group of Reincarnators, but an organization with complete order and a thorough profit distribution system.
Although all Reincarnators seemed to be behaving themselves for now, they would become a disorganized mess once they began to expand outward.
Therefore, from now on, Apocalypse needed to have its own real army.
Lilith had been watching William's work these past few days; she saw both his ambition and his ability.
Governing the current Apocalypse with its hundred thousand Reincarnators was no easy task, as it wasn't about managing ordinary people from before the Main God Game's arrival, but Reincarnators who surpassed them.
Coupled with America's worship of freedom and the frequent street protests, Lilith directly handed Fenrir over to William, appointing Fenrir as the Deputy Leader to help share the burden.
Upon receiving Lilith's message, a faint smile finally appeared on William's haggard face.
He immediately summoned Fenrir and, in front of the core members, solemnly announced Lilith's appointment.
"By order of the Leader, as of today, Fenrir will serve as the Deputy Leader of Apocalypse, in charge of the entire combat department. I hope you do not fail the Leader's trust."
Fenrir's appointment as Deputy Leader stunned many; after all, before the unification of Apocalypse, Fenrir had been its number one enemy.
To think that even so, he could be highly valued by the Leader!
Did that mean that they, who once opposed Apocalypse, also had a chance for promotion?
Many eyes revealed joy, as this was undoubtedly good news for them.
Fenrir's eyes flickered slightly. He had originally thought that as a loser, he would at most be treated as a high-level thug for Apocalypse, but he hadn't expected to be directly granted such significant power.
Fenrir was visibly moved.
"I, Fenrir, swear by the honor of a Hunter to faithfully fulfill my duties as Deputy Leader, clear all obstacles for Apocalypse, and never fail the expectations of the Leader and Lord William!"
Fenrir placed his fist over his chest in a somewhat rugged yet solemn salute, his voice clanging with power.
William nodded in satisfaction and then pushed Lilith's system contact information to Fenrir.
"Add her. It will make it easier for the Leader to summon you at any time if there's an emergency mission."
After adding her, Fenrir felt a flash of surprise when he saw Lilith's somewhat feminine Eastern name.
But recalling those sky-blotting Bat Wings, four crimson eyes, and the terrifying aura that crushed everything, any baseless speculation about gender seemed ridiculous.
That was purely an ultimate predator born for slaughter and evolution. The other party must have been a terrifyingly decisive existence... Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, half a month had gone by.
Now, all matters in Apocalypse, large and small, were settled. Apocalypse had reopened recruitment, this time seeking elite personnel from within to be meticulously trained as Apocalypse's combat troops.
On this day, William and Fenrir received Lilith's summons and went together to the Cave area on the edge of the City.
Before even getting close, the two could see a strange crimson fog from afar, enveloping the Cave and a large area of the surrounding mountain forest.
The mist was not static but churned slowly as if alive. Even from a distance, they could feel the thick smell of blood and a scalp-tingling pressure.
It was as if it weren't mist, but a sea of blood and a killing field condensed into substance!
The two looked at each other, both seeing the gravity and shock in the other's eyes.
"This range... the diameter probably exceeds a kilometer."
William estimated quickly, his voice low.
Fenrir took a deep breath and took the lead in stepping into the red mist.
The moment the mist enveloped his body, he felt as if he had instantly fallen into thick, viscous plasma!
Tiny crimson particles everywhere attached to his skin, bringing a thousand pounds of pressure that made every step difficult; every movement cost several times the usual effort!
"Roar!"
Fenrir let out a low growl and unhesitatingly entered his Werewolf Form. His muscles bulged and his strength surged, barely counteracting that terrifying pressure.
However, the surrounding air remained incredibly viscous, greatly limiting his speed and agility.
He had no doubt that if an ordinary Reincarnator entered this strange red mist, their bones would likely be crushed instantly, and they would suffocate to death!
"This is practically domain suppression!"
William also stepped inside, his body glowing with a faint golden luster. Metal Reinforcement helped him resist the pressure, but his expression was equally shocked.
This skill was too overbearing. On a large-scale battlefield, it would be a nightmare for harvesting low-level units; even for experts like them, their strength would be severely weakened.
Braving the pressure, the two struggled toward the Cave at the center of the mist.
Every step required considerable effort.
Deep within the Cave, Lilith opened her four crimson vertical pupils, and her massive body walked outward.
The moment William and Fenrir stepped into the range of the mist, she saw them clearly.
Every crimson particle was like an extended sensory tentacle, precisely feeding back the shape, movement, and even faint breath fluctuations of objects they touched to her consciousness.
This crimson domain was her God's-eye view!
This new skill was the result of Lilith's work over the past half-month, which she called the [Blood Domain].
Within the [Blood Domain], she possessed absolute perception, while the blood mist could also create a pseudo-gravity environment for enemies, effectively hindering their movements.
As for the mana required for [Blood Domain], it was proportional to Lilith's mana: one point of mana could form a one-meter range of Blood Domain, lasting for one hour.
The current range was a domain Lilith had created by spending one thousand mana.
Although the consumption was high, if an enemy died within the domain, their dissipating vital energy would trigger the [Bloodlust] effect, partially nourishing her and forming a cycle of sustaining war through war.
Learning from past mistakes, one could say this skill was specifically designed for [Kong].
The closely packed crimson particles formed a barrier on both material and energy levels, capable of sensing any minute energy fluctuations.
If [Kong] were to place an Xenomorph Embryo into her chest cavity again, Lilith would be able to detect it immediately and avoid it in advance.
Moreover, the applications of the Blood Domain went far beyond this, but all required actual combat for verification and development.
Soon, William and Fenrir finally reached the Cave entrance. Seeing Lilith's massive body again, they couldn't help but be moved internally.
Lilith in the crimson mist looked like a true bloodthirsty tyrant, exuding an aura of despair.
With a slight thought from Lilith, the churning crimson mist receded rapidly like a low tide, eventually turning into a thin layer of red light that flowed slowly over her hideous Exoskeleton surface before vanishing completely.
The domain was deactivated, and the surrounding air returned to normal.
Lilith looked at her two subordinates and, without any superfluous words, directly conveyed her purpose through the system chat.
[Use all of Apocalypse's resources to find this person at all costs.]
[Code name: "Kong".]
[Anyone who finds information about him in the real world will be rewarded with 100,000 points.]
"One hundred thousand points!"
William and Fenrir's breaths hitched simultaneously, their pupils dilating.
Even with their current status, this was a huge sum capable of driving anyone mad!
But considering Apocalypse's nearly hundred thousand members, even if each person only handed over a minimum of one point per month, it would accumulate into an astronomical figure in Lilith's hands.
In other words, the Leader was going to use all the points collected after a World Movie Dungeon to put a bounty on this so-called [Kong].
Just what had the other party done to deserve such treatment from the Leader?
Looking at [Kong]'s face, which radiated shrewdness and indifference, Fenrir already had the answer in his heart.
After confirming Lilith hadn't died, Fenrir knew that given what [Kong] had done to the Leader, a reckoning would come sooner or later; he just hadn't expected it to be so soon.
One-handed sword, scythe, whip, greatsword, flintlock rifle—what kind of weapon do you think is suitable for the protagonist? Weapons are just accessories for the protagonist, something they can do with or
without, like a decoration. However, some abilities can be developed in the future. Once decided, I'll design one.