Doomsday: with unlimited warehouse system

As the dust settled, everyone raised their heads to look. A massive crater had suddenly formed in the garage’s concrete floor. David stood expressionless within it, sparks flickering above his clenched right fist. Scattered near the crater were several broken white bones, the once arrogant Carnage Wraith now nowhere to be seen. All eyes turned toward the crater, where a pained wail suddenly emanated.

Before long, Eamonn climbed out of the pit, his appearance having completely returned to normal, with no trace of Carnage Wraith on him. This astonished everyone.

David’s punch had seemingly sent Carnage Wraith back into Eamonn’s body, rendering it too afraid to reappear. Even the face that had appeared on Eamonn’s chest now looked lifeless, as if dead.

Weakly, Eamonn crawled out of the pit, stumbling to stand before David. He gazed at David, a hint of fear in his eyes.

David glanced at him and coldly said, “I advise you to tell me everything you know.” David understood that Eamonn surely possessed information about the mastermind behind the scenes. Eamonn might even be privy to the secret of The Second Appearance of the Red Light Glow. Duane approached as well, his expression stern as he fixed his gaze on Eamonn.

Coughing up blood in agony, Eamonn looked at the two of them. “Even if you kill me, I won’t reveal anything to you! Alexander will avenge me by killing you on behalf of me and Augustus! He will rule over the apocalypse, even the Wasteland!”

Huh? Ruling the apocalypse? Hearing Eamonn’s words, David’s interest was piqued. From Eamonn’s arrival, David had already heard the name Alexander and deduced that he was the mastermind behind everything.

Now, David had insight into Alexander’s ultimate goal: to rule over the apocalypse. This revelation made David serious. He understood that anyone who could utter such words must possess considerable power. This indicated a definite connection between The Second Appearance of the Red Light Glow and Alexander.

However, what intrigued David even more was the mention of the “Wasteland.” So he inquired, “What is the Wasteland?” He paid no heed to Eamonn’s furious glare, emanating an imposing aura.

Eamonn couldn’t help but shiver at the question. “It’s a horrifying place. Even if I tell you, there’s no way you could enter. Only Alexander can subjugate the monsters within the Wasteland!”

Ever since Augustus’s death, Alexander had left Eamonn alone in the Wasteland to enhance his abilities. It was there that Eamonn had obtained the parasitic Carnage Wraith, mastering the art of sacrifice and summoning it.

Thinking of that place, fear crept into Eamonn’s heart. In his eyes, it was a realm where death was palpable.

“Oh? Is that so? In that case, you’re of no further use to me,” David declared, conjuring a spatial blade in his hand. Seeing David’s intent to kill, Eamonn panicked. His previous arrogance had instantly turned into trepidation.

“Don’t kill me! I’ll tell you anything you want to know!” After all, Eamonn had risen from the bottom, gaining extraordinary abilities that were once beyond his wildest dreams. If he were to be killed by David now, it would be a waste of his newfound power.

David gave a disdainful glance at Eamonn who was kneeling on the ground, desperately pleading. This was exactly the effect he wanted to break through the enemy’s psychological defenses and make him bow down in the face of death.

“Tell me about Alexander,” David said, rubbing the Space Blade in his hand, continuing to coax information out of Eamonn.

Eamonn obediently nodded and proceeded to share the details of his encounters with Alexander and Augustus.

“However, I’ve never actually seen what Alexander looks like.”As Eamonn finished speaking, he added with a sigh, causing Monica’s brow to furrow. It seemed that the name “Alexander” triggered a sense of familiarity in her, yet obscured by a dense fog. ．𝙘𝙤𝙢

“Is there more?” David continued his questioning.

“Alexander is a Level Ten esper, and he possesses treasures from the Wasteland World. If you…” Eamonn began to reveal more about Alexander’s information, but at that moment, a sharp “whoosh” echoed from outside the garage.

David looked up to see a steel rod flying in, aimed at Eamonn’s head. With a sickening “thud,” the rod pierced through Eamonn’s skull, pinning him to the wall. His eyes widened in terror, and his breath was quickly extinguished.

David turned his head to the garage entrance, recalling Alvin’s death. It was likely Alexander’s doing, silencing any potential threats. With Eamonn’s death, Louisa and Lucinda managed to break free from Arnold’s grasp and rushed outside.

“It seems that he’s completely set on killing us,” Duane approached David and commented.

David nodded. Sending these individuals to confront him was a clear sign that Alexander was determined to eliminate them. However, David remained unfazed. Eamonn’s earlier words revealed that Alexander’s level was on par with his own, which meant he could stand his ground in a fight.

The only remaining puzzle for David was the Wasteland World. What was it exactly? Why did Eamonn fear it so much? What kind of monsters resided there? Were there entities even more terrifying than zombies? These questions flooded David’s mind.

Even the well-informed Fatso seemed clueless about the Wasteland World. David had a hunch that it was a realm with unique rules, possibly another world that emerged after the appearance of the Second Red Light. Only Alexander could provide the specific details.

Glancing at Eamonn’s lifeless body, David shook his head with a sense of reflection. In this world, many people were driven to commit desperate acts for survival. In the end, they all faced unforeseen challenges. Such was the law of this world , surviving amidst unexpected events.

Breaking free from constraints through unexpected means, becoming someone who survived , it included those who aimed to dominate everything single-handedly.

Alexander was one such individual. Yet, David was determined to challenge this resolve of Alexander’s to rule over doomsday. The victor would reign supreme, the loser would fall.

“Let’s go. It’s time to pay this damn Alexander a visit,” David said with a faint smile to his team members.

They nodded, following David out of the garage. The sunlight was gentle, a light breeze brushed their skin, and there was no sign of the apocalypse. But the tranquility before a storm was the cruelest picture of all…