Am I Overacting?

"Why? Why? How did a perfectly fine Zombie Horde suddenly appear? And it's every zombie in the entire New York Forbidden Zone mobilizing!"

"It isn't even the stage for a zombie siege, and New York City hasn't been selected by the system for a natural disaster... There's no reason for this at all."

Giant Whale Guild's president, Polite, anxiously scratched at his head and paced back and forth in his guild office.

At this moment, aside from General Hansen, he was undoubtedly the most anxious person in the entire Safe Zone.

He had poured countless efforts into building the Giant Whale Guild into what it was today.

After Nebe Sanctuary's destruction, it had been on the verge of becoming the number one guild in the Safe Zone.

Yet now, the Safe Zone had suffered an attack from a Zombie Horde of this scale.

If the Safe Zone fell, wouldn't that mean all his efforts would go to waste?

"No, we need to immediately introduce reward policies to reassure the guild members—and even the Safe Zone's players. We can't let them run away."

"Also, have Hansen take the initiative to contact the Flame Emperor in the New York Forbidden Zone. Find out what the Flame Emperor wants from this operation and whether there's any room for negotiation."

After thinking it over for a while, Polite ultimately came up with two plans.

The first plan was easy enough to understand.

The Safe Zone now was no longer as precious as Safe Zones had been during the early days of the Doomsday Game.

New York City alone had no fewer than three Safe Zones.

Faced with such a life-and-death threat, some players might rather abandon their assets within the Safe Zone—or endure the penalties of a Safe Zone Fall—than remain there.

Once there