My Job? Weaving Armour For Undead In Apocalypse

Chapter 16: Might Of Telekinesis



Their speed in the narrow corridor was pathetic compared to the swarm behind them. The black tide of rats closed the gap, inch by inch, until the truth hit Merek like a hammer, if they kept running like this, this passage might become their grave.

His steps slowed. Then he stopped.

"We can’t keep this up."

Hearing him, Professor David skidded to a halt. Merek met his gaze, firm and steady.

"Find a way out. I’ll hold them back."

"W-What?" David’s pupils trembled. Gasps rippled through the group, everyone except those who saw this as a convenient escape.

"Are you stupid? You’ll die!" Felicity snapped, her voice icy.

Tevin stared at him, wide-eyed. "You’re kidding, right?"

Merek looked at them, baffled. Why were they staring at him like he was some noble hero about to sacrifice himself for the greater good?

He wasn’t. He was just a guy torn from a frustrating but otherwise peaceful life, and he wanted—desperately—to survive this apocalypse.

And right behind him... was his only chance.

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