That was indeed the case. The Disaster Countermeasures Bureau employees caught up and joined Andrew and the others in pincer-attacking the Xenomorphs. The Xenomorphs were completely on the defensive now; it was only a matter of time before they were wiped out.
"Cycho, everyone, and Dave's mom—you did very well."
Director Newman praised them. Dave wanted to bang his head against a wall. Why was even the director calling him that? Where had her cool, aloof demeanor gone?
Everyone burst out laughing. Alex was laughing too, but he felt a little disappointed. This time, it seemed like he hadn't helped at all.
"I really am just a supporting character. Still, surviving is enough. That matters more than anything."
Alex shook his head and stopped dwelling on it. It was already fortunate enough to be alive. So many survivors had died this time; he had no idea how many of his classmates were still alive. Sigh, this was really tough.
"Wait, no. Grim Reaper isn't dead. The disaster hasn't ended at all—it's only this stage that has ended."
Alex suddenly thought of something, and his smile swiftly vanished. Grim Reaper's hunt was far from over.
What Alex did not know was that Grim Reaper's hunt had actually ended. Next, that mysterious and unfathomable Grim Reaper was preparing to risk everything.
"Lord Death, I'm sorry. I failed."
Grim Reaper lowered his head and apologized to Death. The Xenomorphs had been stopped, and he could no longer kill those survivors unless his true body personally went to the Disaster Countermeasures Bureau.
The problem was that would be little different from courting death. Grim Reaper's abilities destined him to be someone who hid in the shadows. Once he entered the battlefield head-on, everyone would spare no effort to kill him.
"Grim Reaper, you have