Apocalypse: King of Zombies - Chapter 897

Chapter 897: We’re finally going home!

The earth rumbled like thunder, and the sky churned with unrest.

Three suns rose high into the heavens, flooding the world with blinding light. Darkness was swept away in an instant, replaced by a downpour of radiant beams that shimmered as they touched the ground.

Even the scars of battle—craters, scorched earth, shattered mountains—were vanishing, as if time itself were rewinding.

The thick smoke that had once choked the skies began to clear, revealing a deep, vivid blue. White clouds stretched lazily across the firmament, as if waking from a long nightmare.

Everything was healing—fast. Like the world was being stitched back together by unseen hands.

On the continent of Necroterra, the volcanoes of Westmarch fell silent. In the north, the Endless Sea calmed, its monstrous waves settling into a gentle tide.

Across the ocean, on the continent of Xenorift, sunlight returned. The oppressive blackness that had blanketed the land was gone, replaced by a bright, cloudless sky.

In a rocky canyon, the Lizardfolk Chieftain and his tribe froze mid-bow. Slowly, they looked up at the sky, then turned to the mural of Ethan carved into the cliffside. Without hesitation, they dropped to their knees again, bowing fervently.

“Thank you, great god, for your mercy… Thank you, great god, for your mercy!”

Far away, in the heart of human civilization, people emerged from the shadows of fear. The streets, once cloaked in darkness, were now bathed in golden light. The tension in their chests eased. They exhaled, long and slow.

The sun… it was back.

But no one really understood what had just happened.

They had no idea how close they’d come to the edge of annihilation.

At the summit of The Origin Mountain in Necroterra, Claire watched Ethan’s movements and finally let out a breath of relief.

She understood now—Ethan wasn’t going to hurt her.

There was no point. Not anymore.

The horde of undead behind her, their glowing eyes wide with excitement, couldn’t contain themselves.

“Damn, boss looked badass just now!”

“Yo, what level do you think he’s at now?”

“Definitely beyond Deathless Sovereign. He’s gotta be some kind of all-powerful god.”

“God? Nah, that’s too small. He’s more like… the Creator!”

“…”

Right now, every ounce of energy in the world was under Ethan’s control. The devastation from the battle was being erased like chalk from a blackboard. The sky was clear, the sun blazing, and the air carried a soft breeze.

Ethan stood in the middle of it all, golden light still flickering faintly around him. His aura slowly faded as he pulled out a crisp white shirt and slipped it on.

He looked calm. Unbothered. Like nothing had changed.

“Boss!”

Bulldozer, Laura, and the rest of the crew rushed over, eyes scanning him from head to toe, curiosity written all over their faces.

“Boss, how do you feel?” Bulldozer asked.

Ethan shrugged. “Not bad. Pretty good, actually.”

The zombies exchanged glances. He looked and sounded just like he always did. That was enough to put them at ease.

“We’ve made it to the top of The Origin Mountain. From now on, no one can touch us!”

Ethan nodded. “Yeah.”

“So, uh… what’s next?” one of the undead asked, tilting his head.

“Back to Earth,” Ethan said simply.

The zombies froze for a beat—three seconds, tops—then erupted into cheers.

“Hell yeah! We’re finally going home!”

“Lobster! I’m going back to Santa Monica for lobster!” Shrimpy shouted, flailing his arms like a maniac. “I’ve searched the whole damn universe, and nothing beats the original!”

Big Ears nodded solemnly. “Guess I’ll have to go back to being the top dog. This time… I better not have any competition.”

“Yeah, I kinda miss home too,” Locomotive added. “Might swing by San Bernardino, see how it’s doing.”

The undead chattered excitedly, each one caught up in the joy of returning home.

Now that Bulldozer, Laura, and the others had ascended to become Voidborn Undying, their emotions had grown far more complex—richer, deeper, more human.

“I think… we need some new clothes,” Bulldozer said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin like a fashion critic.

PhD shot him a sideways glance. “So evolution finally gave you the self-awareness to realize you look like a dumpster fire.”

“Hey—” Bulldozer started to protest, but then caught sight of PhD’s spotless white lab coat. He swallowed his comeback and nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, yeah… you’re right. Totally right.”

“…”

The Zombie Kings began to scatter, each heading off to prepare for the journey back to Earth.

Claire and her group said their goodbyes to Ethan, then left Necroterra, returning to human civilization. But even as they traveled, their hearts were still pounding with excitement.

The battle at The Origin Mountain was destined to go down in history.

“Well, that’s it. No more threats hanging over our heads. We can finally live in peace when we get back,” said one of the family leaders, his voice filled with relief.

“Yeah…” another nodded. “And I think by now, the Skywall in the Inner City should be fully repaired.”

“Take it down,” Claire said suddenly, turning her head.

“Huh? What?” The two family heads looked stunned, like they’d misheard her.

Claire’s expression was firm, her tone resolute. “I said… tear it down.”

“…”

At the summit of The Origin Mountain, Ethan stood alone, the wind tugging at his shirt, the breeze whispering around him. He had become the highest “peak” of Originis—his presence so vast, even distant star systems could feel it. One thought from him could ripple across the universe.

Below, his undead followers stood in neat rows, eyes gleaming with anticipation. They were ready. Ready to go home.

But Ethan noticed something—two human figures among the sea of zombies. Aria and Ricky.

“Your mom already left. Why are you still here?” Ethan asked, raising an eyebrow.

Aria gave a small smile. “She told me not to go. Said I should stay and see more of the world. Said it’d broaden my horizons.”

The meaning behind her words was clear—she wanted to go to Earth with them.

She’d heard the stories from Bulldozer and Laura. Ethan was going back to help a human recover their memories.

And that? That was way too juicy to miss.

“Alright then,” Ethan said, lifting his hand.

Golden light burst from his palm, flooding the air, tearing open space itself. The rift expanded, swallowing the entire Zombie Horde in a radiant glow—

Earth.

The past year had been… quiet.

At the Los Angeles Safe Zone, everything ran smoothly. Life was orderly, stable, and progressing step by step.

In the middle of a wide training field stood a towering statue of a woman—lifelike and radiant. It was Mia, the Light of Humanity.

Beneath the statue stood a middle-aged man, staring up at her face for a long time, sorrow etched into every line of his own.

“Ahhh…”

Chris let out a long sigh, his heart heavy.

The Safe Zone was thriving. Life was peaceful. But he couldn’t shake the emptiness inside.

Ethan was gone. Mia had turned into a zombie and lost her memories. Robert had been infected by a vampire and now acted like a violent lunatic. Sean was… well, still Sean—dumb as ever.

Something was missing. Something important.

But just as Chris was sinking into his melancholy, a thunderous boom cracked across the sky. The clouds above began to swirl, spinning like a vortex.

“What the hell?” Chris’s heart jumped. He looked up, panic rising. Was something going wrong?

Then, from the heart of the storm, golden light began to pour down—like a rain of sunlight, dazzling and surreal.

And the place where all that energy was gathering?

Right where Mia and Robert were.

“No way…”

Chris’s eyes widened. A thought struck him like lightning.

Without hesitation, he took off running toward the light.

Along the way, he passed other survivors, all sprinting in the same direction, murmuring in disbelief.

“I heard Mia’s scar is healing. Like, actually healing.”

“What?!”

Faces filled with shock. No one could believe it.

Chris’s heart skipped a beat. That confirmed it.

“It’s him. It has to be him. No doubt about it.”

Ahead, a building was bathed in golden light, glowing like a beacon.

The energy inside was growing stronger by the second. Something was changing—something deep, something powerful.

Chris and a group of Awakeners stopped just outside the door, none of them daring to step inside.

“Is Mia really getting her memory back?”

“Is that even possible?”

“But… what the hell is going on?”

“…”

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