Originally, Alvin's life was in Alexander's hands, easily disposable at his whim. But upon hearing that Alvin was willing to kill David at the cost of his own life, a cold smirk appeared on Alexander's lips.

"Perhaps I'll give you one more chance. You might actually be able to kill that despicable kid," Alexander pondered. These words were undoubtedly a lifeline for Alvin, who eagerly nodded in response. In the face of staying alive, Alvin would agree to anything Alexander said without hesitation.

"Since that's the case, considering your service to me, I'll give you one more chance. But if you fail to deal with David again, don't blame me for being ruthless," Alexander emitted a sinister laugh. With a wave of his hand, the rubble tightly enveloping Alvin fell away, leaving him slumped on the ground, gasping for breath.

"This time, I will personally kill that kid!" Alvin expressed his determination once again. His mind conjured up an image of David, and he crushed a stone into powder in his hand.

"I await your good news," Alexander said, and his ethereal figure dissipated like a gust of wind, disappearing into the ruins. Watching him depart, Alvin slowly stood up. Suddenly, a dazzling flame erupted from the top of his dragon-headed cane.

"David, this time I will make sure you die!" After leaving the ruins, Alexander arrived at the courtyard of that silent place. The two highly-ranked zombies, previously agitated, immediately lowered their heads upon sensing his presence.

Alexander's ethereal figure glanced at them and then raised his hand, pulling two men out of thin air. These two men wore tattered clothes and had terrified expressions on their faces, clearly ordinary people who had not awakened any abilities in the apocalypse. Alexander had casually grabbed them on his way back here.

"Don't... don't kill us! We can do anything! Please don't kill us!" The two men pleaded prostrated on the ground, resembling dogs before Alexander's figure.

"You both are a waste of the world's air by being alive. How about becoming food for my pets? That way, you still have some value," Alexander said contemptuously, observing their abject appearance.

The two previously dormant highly-ranked zombies, now infuriated once again, frantically struggled to break free from their iron chains, reaching out their skeletal hands towards the two men. Witnessing this scene, the two men were instantly frightened to their core, hastily standing up and running backward.

"Hmph, trying to escape?" Alexander sneered, snapped his fingers, and the iron chains on the two highly-ranked zombies fell to the ground. Freed from their restraints, they chased after the fleeing men like starving wolves.

As the two zombies pursued them, their torn mouths emitted a chilling laughter. In the blink of an eye, they caught up to the two men.

"No, please!" The sound of two agonized screams echoed as the zombies bit off their heads, then crouched on the ground and began feasting. Observing this gruesome and terrifying scene, Alexander nodded in satisfaction.

Alexander stepped into the courtyard and made his way to the back gate. Pushing it open, a distinct aura, unlike that of the apocalypse, rushed in from outside. This aura was desolate and even carried a thick sense of gloom. Looking up, an endless barren land without boundaries came into view. Seeing this desolate wasteland, a smirk appeared on Alexander's lips.

The reason Alexander had gone to great lengths to activate the Second Red Light was not only to bring forth more high-ranked zombies but also because of the desolate land that lay beyond it, known as the Wasteland. Within the Wasteland, countless treasures awaited the lucky survivors to scavenge. Each of these treasures was formidable enough to terrify any esper.

Obtaining these treasures would bring Alexander one step closer to dominating the apocalypse. However, the Wasteland was not just a paradise of treasures; it was also a terrifying graveyard. Each treasure was guarded by a highly powerful zombie mutant. Only a strong esper could defeat them and claim the treasure as their own. Otherwise, they would become a meal for these zombie mutants. Opportunities and dangers coexisted, and in the Wasteland, strength was paramount.

Alexander was not the first person to seek treasures in this place. When the apocalypse arrived, some lucky individuals had chanced upon the secret of the Wasteland after the fortuitous Second Red Light. They had then gone mad, flooding into the Wasteland from the world of the apocalypse, each hoping to obtain an item that would allow them to survive in the apocalypse.

However, none of them had emerged alive. The zombie mutants within the Wasteland were far more terrifying than those in the world of the apocalypse. They showed no mercy, devouring these treasure seekers without hesitation. As a result, the secret of the Wasteland had remained hidden all these years, until Alexander unintentionally stumbled upon it in a book, sparking his interest.

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Alexander toyed with a dark green circular jade pendant in his hand as his ethereal figure became increasingly elusive. This pendant was obtained after his first entry into the Wasteland, following the defeat of an iron zombie mutant. With this pendant, he successfully raised his level to ten, becoming a terrifying presence in the apocalypse.

Taking one last look at the scarred land, Alexander put away the jade pendant and suddenly found himself holding a shadowy longsword. He took a step forward, entering the Wasteland once again.

Back at the base, Duane immediately sat in front of the monitoring screen. He set the search range within five kilometers of the Bloodspace and carefully examined every frame on the surveillance footage. He knew David's speculation was correct.

The person who controlled the actions of the woman in the red robe must be within this range, possibly not far from their battlefield. Otherwise, it would be impossible to repeatedly ignite the woman's fighting spirit. Suddenly, every street, every alleyway, appeared vividly in Duane's mind.

Suddenly! In front of a ruined building, Duane seemed to catch a glimpse of two dark figures—one ethereal and elusive, the other seemingly aged. This immediately piqued Duane's interest. He continued to click on the screen, enlarging the surveillance footage. However, even at maximum zoom, he could only vaguely see these two figures, surrounded by a rising mist that obscured their specific appearance. This furrowed Duane's brow in frustration.