Progress Surges

"Harman, I plan to go kill the group of Survivors next door."

"That group seems to have been heavily wounded by the Executioner after ambushing us."

His voice was calm.

Crouching on the ground and trying to assemble the spears into a ranged weapon, the man spoke in a low voice.

As rare Trial Takers belonging to a small team, the entire group consisted only of the two brothers.

They came from a small-scale war zone, where only four Second Order individuals had been gathered in the entire Safe Zone.

And they were the only ones who were Strength-based.

"Are you looking to die?"

The middle-aged man hiding beside the bed and standing guard replied coldly, the bandaged wound on his right arm slowly seeping blood.

He was the young man's older brother.

They had never intended to actively hunt Awakened, but as a pair of only two people, they had been targeted by many groups.

The enemy was hiding nearby.

Unless they stayed here forever, the enemy hiding there would definitely find a way to kill them.

Neither of them was good at communicating, and their exchanges with each other were extremely brief.

After strapping the two spear-like pieces of equipment to his back, the young man prepared to jump out the window.

The Executioner had been drawn away by noises in the distance, giving them roughly three minutes to act.

The brothers' relationship was actually poor. Even before the apocalypse, the older brother had rarely spoken to him.

Strict, cold, and a very typical example of the type.

Most of the time, he even liked to mock his younger brother as though he were useless.

If not for him, the young man would have died long ago.

"I'm injured."

"You draw their attention from the front. I'll look