C11 Urlan Did Not Die.

"Intel: The 6G communication technology materials are incomplete. A duplicate of the data is hidden beneath a bench at Falling Mountain Chicken Park. The precise coordinates are..."

Urlan's mouth quirked in annoyance. "If it's incomplete, can your advanced system help perfect it?"

"Intel: Unable to comply. My function is to provide information, not to engage in the deduction or enhancement of it."

Shaking his head, Urlan wasted no time in sending a private message to Ollie, sharing the location of the data obtained by Setruarhiel.

At that moment, Ollie was in the isolation ward visiting Nicole. A staff member watching his computer spotted Urlan's message and dashed toward the ward, elated.

"Halt! Without protective gear, entry to the isolation ward is prohibited!" a fully suited soldier commanded, blocking the staffer's path.

Donning his protective suit, the staffer couldn't contain his excitement. "Director Walsh, great news! Urlan's alive—he made it!"

Ollie, overhearing the mention of Urlan from within the ward, sprang to his feet and headed out. By then, the staffer was suited up and charging in.

Crash!

They collided. Ollie steadied his stumbling colleague, asking, "What's the rush?"

Rubbing his sore forehead, the man exclaimed, "Director Walsh, it's good news! Urlan's alive and he's sent you a message!"

"Is that so?" Ollie's grip tightened with excitement.

"Ouch, Director, that hurts!"

Releasing his grip, Ollie hurried off, the staffer calling after him, "It's true, Director. The message from Urlan—it's about the Setruarhiel data copy!"

Back at his computer, Ollie found Urlan's message waiting.

"Fantastic!" he exclaimed, slamming his desk with relief before reaching out to his contacts in Setruarhiel. The data couldn't fall into their hands, even if it meant destroying it.

After dealing with Setruarhiel, Ollie messaged Urlan, "How are you holding up?"

Urlan replied, "I'm doing well. How's Nicole?"

"She's pulled through too," Ollie responded.

"Good to hear. Surviving this brings countless benefits," Urlan said with a chuckle.

"Sounds like you've reaped plenty of rewards yourself," Ollie teased.

"You could say that," Urlan replied, deftly changing the subject.

Ollie, sensing the shift, didn't pry. "What's your next move?"

"I'm heading to the base. These ruins are picked clean—nothing of value left," Urlan said.

"Stay strong. You're Osmistan's beacon of hope," Ollie encouraged. "The leadership has given clear orders for us to fully support you."

"Chair Walsh, you're too kind. I'm Osmistan-born and just want to do my part in the Chaotic Space," Urlan replied. "I need to get going. Who knows what might pop up next?"

"Take care," Ollie advised.

After the call, Ollie couldn't contain his joy, pacing and eventually phoning the leader.

"Leader, it's great news! Urlan's alive," Ollie reported, his voice shaking with emotion.

"Alive? Excellent. The rise of Osmistan is upon us. Support him well."

"Understood," Ollie affirmed.

Urlan transformed his dagger back into a steel pipe and exited the restroom.

His image instantly appeared in the live stream, stunning all of Osmistan's viewers.

"Holy smokes, Urlan's back! What a legend! From now on, he's the Feather God!"

"666, Urlan's power! Osmistan ascends!"

"LOL, fantastic! Where's Green, the guy who was trash-talking in our stream? Show your face—bet it's red!"

Green had already exited Osmistan's stream, grumbling, "Is this guy immortal? How does he not die? It's a miracle!"

Urlan descended the stairs with surprising speed, looking utterly at ease.

"Damn, did Feather God pop some pills? He's like a new man!"

"Right? He used to rest after a few floors, but now he's non-stop, down eighteen floors in one breath!"

"Shush, don't jinx it! Our Urlan just cheated death, and you're talking about eighteen floors?"

"Exactly, the eighteenth floor."

"Isn't it said in the Chaotic Space that surviving a zombie infection makes you stronger, but failing turns you into a zombie?"

"Feather God's become a deity!"

"I'm almost envious!"

"Forget it. You know the odds of surviving are slim."

"That makes sense. I really should keep up with my workouts. If I ever get a chance to venture near the Chaotic Space, snagging a gene potion would definitely be the way to go!"

"Ha, dream on. With the Feather God around, I doubt any of us will get that chance!"

Urlan paid no mind to their banter and strode out of the building.

"System, where's the closest Survivor Base?" Urlan mused to himself.

[Information: Northwest of your current location, approximately 10.23 kilometers away, lies a small Survivor Base.]

In addition to the alert, a crisp 3D navigational map appeared. Urlan simply had to follow the plotted course.

"Information: Numerous hazards lie ahead. Do not fixate on the navigation map. Stay vigilant of your surroundings."

Urlan gave a slight nod and set off toward the northwest.

"Urlan's on the move! Where's he headed?"

"Probably out foraging for food. It's dinner time, and he might not have eaten yet!"

"Right, I was munching away while watching the Feather God take down zombies, trying to pick up some of his moves. But after seeing the gory mess that came with the rebar, and then glancing at my soy sauce tofu pudding, I'm about ready to hurl!"

Seeing the stream of comments, Urlan publicly responded for the first time, "I'm off to find the Survivor Base. I've already had my dinner, and I washed it down with a bottle of coke. I'll be fine without food for the next twelve hours!"

It was common knowledge that coke was loaded with sugar, which would be converted into energy, enough to sustain Urlan for a considerable stretch.

"Fellow enthusiast here. I always have a bottle of coke after dinner too, but here's my question: How come you don't pack on the pounds, while I'm tipping the scales at nearly four hundred kilos?"

"I've actually been trying to gain weight, but no matter what I eat, I just can't seem to bulk up!" Urlan was at a loss for words.

The live chat was instantly awash with a sea of ellipses, signaling speechlessness.

"Feather God, did you know there's a Survivor Base in that direction?" someone inquired, noticing Urlan's deliberate heading.