The Zombie System.

"Dungeon Boss break! Dungeon Boss break! All hunters, secure the perimeter!"

The words hit Leon like a punch to the gut. Emergency speakers wail across the plaza, and every hunter within earshot turns pale.

Dungeon Boss break. Three words every hunter dreads to hear.

The dungeon gate doesn’t just open—it explodes.

Metal and stone erupt outward like the world’s largest bomb. Concrete chunks the size of an house rain down like meteors. Steam billows from the smoking crater where the gate once stood.

Then something emerges from the wreckage.

Leon’s blood turns to ice.

Nine feet of living nightmare in black armor pulses with sickly green veins. The Lord’s Champion moves with the inevitability of death itself. Its bull-like head, crowned with horns capable of piercing tank armor, bears yellow eyes that glint with cruel intelligence—eyes that relish the slow demise of victims.

In its massive claws, a spear materializes from thin air—six feet of twisted metal humming with barely contained power.

The E-rank hunters take one look and flee.

A wise choice.