"I'm going in to take a look," Ethan said calmly.
"Huh?" Hank and the other zombies looked at him, puzzled. The area ahead was crawling with zombies—some feeding the Razorbacks, others standing guard. And not just any guards—these were elite-level, clearly beefed up after the last time someone tried to steal pigs.
But before they could say anything else, they turned to respond—and Ethan was already gone.
"Wha—?"
He'd vanished without a trace.
Ethan had activated his stealth ability and was already moving forward, completely undetected. A few zombies even passed right by him, none the wiser.
Ever since he'd hit SSS rank, his concealment had leveled up big time. Low-tier psychic Awakeners couldn't even sense his presence anymore.
He slipped through the wall like a shadow and entered the pig farm.
The moment he stepped inside, a wave of familiarity hit him. The layout, the smell, the sounds—it all reminded him of his old life. Back when he ran a livestock farm on Earth.
