Two weeks had passed since Sylvia left Sofia's base.
In the middle of a once-bustling city now eerily quiet, she sat leisurely atop a cracked skyscraper rooftop. The cool spring wind blew gently, brushing aside strands of her jet-black hair.
She stared at the pale blue sky without emotion.
The sun shone brightly. But it brought no warmth.
"Hmph…"
She crossed her legs, her back resting lazily, while down below—the city streets were filled with zombies marching in organized formations. Each group was led by one of the ten evolved zombies Sylvia had raised with her own.
Those special zombies... were unlike the rest.
They were smart, strategic, and able to communicate silently with Sylvia.
Their levels were nearing Rank 3.
But for the Queen…
It wasn't enough.
"So boring," Sylvia thought, tilting her head, her gaze empty as she watched the city under her control.
"Only Rank 0 or 1 zombies… even if I kill them, I get zero EXP."
