Doomsday: with unlimited warehouse system

As everyone stared at the colossal General Armor, they were frozen in place. Their expressions revealed shock and awe, surpassing even their astonishment at the wasteland world itself. They couldn't believe that Clive, an ordinary-looking elderly man well into his senior years, possessed such incredible power. Among the crowd, only Emlyn's expression was filled with sorrow. She kept replaying Clive's words in her mind.

"For the sake of humanity, to stand for our existence." In this moment, it seemed like she understood the true thoughts hidden in this old man who had been with her all along. David, at this point, was also watching General Armor with a solemn expression. Clive's earlier words had left him astonished as well. He hadn't expected Clive to be willing to sacrifice the remainder of his life to confront Edmund.

This made David deeply moved, realizing that he had underestimated Clive all along. Despite Clive appearing unremarkable, he harbored a deep commitment to the future of humanity. Witnessing General Armor, who had been knocked down by David's punch, rise again was nothing short of astonishing.

Edmund, on the other hand, felt a tinge of surprise but quickly reverted to his earlier arrogance. In his eyes, if he could defeat Clive once, he could defeat him twice. Moreover, this was the wasteland world, his domain, where he held control over all life forms. To him, Clive was just an opponent made of bamboo, nothing more.

Edmund looked at General Armor and burst into laughter, "Hahaha! You've grown bigger, so what? In this place, I am a god! I am everything! You humans, like ants, will all become souls under my control!"

Edmund's laughter grew more manic, and his facial expression became sinister. In his eyes, David and the others were already as good as dead. Hearing Edmund's roars, General Armor slightly lifted his head. The once vacant gaze in his tenacious eyes began to shine.

David understood that these two beams of light belonged to Clive. He didn't know how much damage Clive could inflict on Edmund by sacrificing his life, but he was certain that Clive would make Edmund understand the terror of humanity.

General Armor stared intently at Edmund, his eyes filled with a sharpness as if he had crawled out of a battlefield from a pile of corpses. Then, he raised the long spear in his hand high and aimed it at Edmund.

"Kill!" A deep and heavy word, brimming with murderous intent, burst forth from his mouth. As the word "kill" left his lips, the long spear in General Armor's hand trembled slightly, like a weapon thirsting for slaughter. The air within a thousand miles grew restless, and the undead monsters gathered in the vicinity began trembling with fear, as if sensing an invisible terror.

"So powerful!" Arnold couldn't help but exclaim. It wasn't just him; others were also overwhelmed by the immense pressure. They watched in astonishment as the once brutally aggressive zombie-like creatures, now lying on the ground, trembled in fear.

Edmund, however, only paused for a moment. He stared fiercely at General Armor, his face filled with a thick killing intent. "Trash! I'll kill you first and then dispose of all the ants!"

With that, Edmund began to rotate the Zerg Heart in his hand. However, General Armor was faster. As Edmund's thoughts began to drive his actions, General Armor shouted loudly and instantly rose from the ground. His long spear resembled a swimming dragon as he released a series of crackling lightning bolts.

The aura emanating from General Armor made everyone present feel a momentary suffocation. His bamboo-built body produced a series of deafening sounds, as if muscles made of steel were rapidly sprouting like bamboo shoots in the spring. This boost in power and speed pushed him to the pinnacle.

In that very moment, the entire wasteland world underwent a transformation. The winds around them howled like wails from an ancient battlefield. The air was filled with an oppressive sense of slaughter, as if one could feel blades cutting through the air with every breath. Even the usually fearless David was stunned by the sudden eruption of General Armor's aura. He knew that this was Clive's life-risking move.

General Armor shot forward like a released arrow, charging towards Edmund. Edmund didn't have time to activate the Zerg Heart, but he immediately used it as a shield in front of him.

The compass-sized Zerg Heart instantly transformed into a black shield, adorned with various shapes of insects. At a glance, one could sense the dense defensive aura it emitted.

At this moment, General Armor's long spear had already reached Edmund. He shouted loudly, exerting all his strength, and fiercely thrust his long spear into the shield formed by the Zerg Heart. A deafening roar resounded in the air. Under the tremendous force, the long spear pierced through the shield, with its tip thrusting into Edmund's abdomen.

A torrent of black blood gushed from Edmund's abdomen, accompanied by intense pain spreading throughout his body. However, General Armor did not stop there. He swiftly withdrew the long spear, clenched his right hand into a fist, and began a rapid and relentless barrage of punches on Edmund's body, so fast that it exceeded Edmund's ability to track them with his eyes.

All Edmund could see were afterimages continuously striking his body, followed by excruciating pain spreading through him like tearing agony. In this relentless assault, General Armor struck Edmund with hundreds of punches.

Finally, General Armor brought both fists together, gathering his strength for a final blow to Edmund's head. As he prepared to deliver this punch, the bamboo pieces on his body began to emit cracking and exploding sounds, as if the power within him had become too overwhelming for his body to bear.

A hint of pain flickered across General Armor's face, but he quickly concealed it with his unwavering determination. He roared in anger once more, and his fist came crashing down on Edmund's skull.

With a resounding boom, under the immense power of this punch, Edmund's body plummeted to the ground like a projectile launched from the heavens, crashing violently upon impact.

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（"Arnold, wait a bit before you make a move. I hope this situation leaves a lasting impression on him and he gets a taste of human nature in the apocalypse," Clark said.

"Alright, Clark! Do you want me to put on a show?"

Clark didn't reply and simply closed his eyes to rest. He had yet to tell Arnold one thing: there was an awakened individual hiding among these people. Indeed, their squad was strong, and at the current stage, only third-tier mutants posed a threat to him. But what about the future? Players' strengths would inevitably increase, and even the zombies would gradually mutate. Arnold was too impulsive, and Clark intended to make him more cautious.

In the apocalypse, threats weren't just limited to zombies; often, humans could be the ones who wanted to kill you.

"Get that pretty boy inside to come down. Trying to play dead, huh?" Scarface, aiming at the off-road vehicle, pounded on the car window and loudly cursed at Clark, who had his eyes closed inside.

Another person, near the car door opened by Arnold, yanked Clifford out and dragged him to the ground.

"No... please, don't kill me!"

Clifford, pulled out of the car, clasped his hands to his head, curled up on the ground, begging for mercy.

This is bad, it's really bad now. Dirk watched as his comrade was pulled out of the car, with Clark held at gunpoint, and he felt a deep sense of anger and frustration. Even Arnold, who was standing next to him, seemed frozen in place.

Fists clenched. It's all my fault! Viola was being humiliated, and I felt utterly powerless. It's so similar. Why? Why am I so powerless!

The leader looked at the people controlled inside the car and then walked straight up to Dirk.

Bang!

He kicked Dirk's knee fiercely, causing Dirk's legs to give way.

Of all the people present, only Dirk seemed to pose a threat and carried himself like a soldier. As for Arnold? The big guy had lost a hand and was probably too shocked to react. The pretty boy inside the car was pretending to be dead, and the little girl and Clifford seemed utterly harmless.

"I told you to kneel, got it?"

"You want to resist, don't you? You think I don't know you want to grab the gun? I'll shoot your companion right now!"

"Boss, I should just kill this guy."

"Damn it, this useless guy still wants to play dead? Such a softie!"

The gun-wielder who had Clark at gunpoint cursed and grumbled while taking off the safety.

Seeing the situation, Dirk bitterly smiled. He knew that if he didn't give up resistance and kneel down, they would truly shoot Clark to establish dominance.

A man's pride was a precious thing; it was about dignity. If Clark wasn't under threat, he would rather die than kneel down. It was humiliation, despair. Dirk slowly sank to his knees.

"Arnold!" Clark instantly opened his eyes, intense killing intent flashing in the depths of his gaze.

Dirk had experienced enough by now, but if these people intended to humiliate his brother, he wouldn't let them continue to degrade Dirk.

Damn it, he became stronger to protect the people he wanted to protect, to ensure that they could live well. If, in the name of further toughening up Dirk, he allowed his brother to be humiliated and lose his dignity, then he would be a fool! No matter who they were, even a king, they wouldn't make his brother kneel!

"Kill them! Leave no one alive!"

"Got it, Clark!"）