C12 The Rules of the Virus Clone Appeared!

Urlan quirked an eyebrow but replied with a casual air, "Why not take a gamble and try our luck? Maybe there's a Survivor Base in this direction, right?"

"Uh, Feather God, isn't that a bit reckless? Shouldn't we wait for any Survivors to show up? Following them seems like a safer bet!"

"Indeed, no one's quite familiar with the layout of this space. Running around blindly could be dangerous!"

"Don't sweat it. Feather God has taken down zombies and mutant beasts before. What's left to fear?"

"Still, it's best to err on the side of caution!"

"Feather God may be strong, but I'm with the previous comment—caution is key!"

At that moment, the Osmistan live stream was finally free from the taunting presence of foreigners, still smarting from their own humiliation.

The mood among the Osmistanis was as thrilling as a roller coaster ride.

When Urlan first showed up in the Chaotic Space, his slight build had everyone bracing for his quick exit.

But with his sharp maneuvers, Urlan managed to take out a zombie.

Just when it seemed Urlan might make it in the Chaotic Space, a mutated black cat crossed his path.

As worry mounted, Urlan miraculously defeated the creature.

Yet, before they could celebrate, Urlan was wounded by the cat!

The mood plummeted, but to everyone's amazement, Urlan miraculously pulled through, looking quite fit at the moment!

Those with weak hearts were already popping their emergency pills, but deep down, they were overjoyed.

Urlan's survival in the Chaotic Space meant a chance at securing Chaotic Items, which could propel Osmistan back to the top of the global hierarchy!

Without such gains, Osmistan risked falling behind other nations in every aspect.

Urlan made his way through the rubble towards the system's indicated direction but was suddenly struck by a thought.

"System, I recall other trial challengers were caught by zombies too. Why didn't their viruses spread to the real world?" Urlan inquired, furrowing his brow.

Before entering the Chaotic Space, there had been no sign of Chaotic Items or virus outbreaks in Osmistan.

Viruses are invisible to the naked eye, and without knowing their exact location, they're impossible to control. Clearly, there had been no viral outbreak in the real world before!

[Information: If the mutated black cat kills you, the space will determine you did not contract the virus. Only items you can control freely are considered obtained, and you must be able to decide the fate of external objects for them to count.]

Urlan had an epiphany; those previously infected were either devoured by zombies or killed!

Thus, the virus Urlan contracted was unprecedented!

Because he was the first, the intelligence system managed to contain the virus's spread just in time!

The alternative was too dreadful to consider!

"If that's the case, other countries could face zombie virus outbreaks too! If it breaks out in those freer nations, the consequences would be dire!" Urlan thought. "I should probably bring this up with Chair Walsh."

Even though Osmistan had ramped up its epidemic prevention, it couldn't account for the malice of other nations.

People could be quarantined, but what about their belongings? It's a constant battle to stay ahead of such threats!

Lost in thought, Urlan suddenly caught the sound of chaotic footsteps ahead.

He quickly ducked into a nearby building, and by the light of the moon, he spotted two figures stumbling towards him, with a horde of zombies in pursuit!

[Information: Den, a 28-year-old male with a straightforward and honest nature, robust and strong. Betrayed due to the envy of a companion over his powerless laser sword, he was injured by zombies. Without intervention, he'll turn within thirty minutes. The powerless laser sword is still in his possession, not taken by the others. Three people are trailing the zombie pack, hoping to benefit from the brothers' demise.]

[Intelligence: Preston, a 26-year-old male, Den's brother. He's strong and not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he loyally executes his brother's commands. A worthy subordinate, recommended for recruitment.]

The live stream audience watched as the two brothers were chased by zombies.

"Feather God, don't get involved. Just stay hidden!"

"Yeah, with that many zombies behind them, it's terrifying!"

"Exactly, and one of them is injured. Looks like a zombie wound. He'll turn into one of them soon enough!"

But Urlan's interest was piqued by the laser sword in Den's possession—a high-grade item by the sound of it!

Heeding the system's advice to take on a subordinate, Urlan no longer hesitated and called out, "Over here!"

Hearing Urlan's shout, Preston immediately headed his way, with Den unable to hold him back. Weakened from his injury, Den had no choice but to let his brother lead the way.

"Preston really isn't the sharpest tool in the shed," Urlan sighed in resignation.

Once inside the building, Urlan quickly led the two brothers upstairs.

"What's happening here? Didn't Feather God catch our warning earlier?"

"He probably missed the chat messages; we're in trouble now. Clearly, Feather God lacks street smarts!"

"He's barely made it through the zombie virus, and now he's heading into danger again? Alas, he's just too young."

"I have faith in Feather God. There's got to be a good reason behind his actions!"

In the midst of the chaotic office, Ollie frowned at Urlan's intervention. It was unexpected for Urlan to get involved in affairs that weren't his own.

"Chief, should we give Urlan a heads-up?" someone suggested.

Ollie shook his head: "Look at the live stream chat—plenty of people are trying to warn him. If he's ignoring them, he must have his reasons."

Once in the Chaotic Space, those in the real world were powerless to influence its inhabitants. Soldiers might fare slightly better in such situations.

Still, there's wisdom in the old adage: "A general in the field is not bound by the orders of the sovereign."

Meanwhile, netizens from other countries, who had been watching the Osmistan live stream, began to stir.

Having been humbled before, they refrained from outright mockery, yet their comments were laced with insinuation.

"Such a martyr, isn't he? Doesn't he realize that martyrs in the apocalypse die quickly?"

"Exactly. He's meddling without knowing anything about the other party. It seems Osmistan's people never learn. What about the fifty-nine who died before? Have they not learned anything from their past?"