I hoisted the corpse of the signaller onto my back and returned to my underlings.

I laid its body next to that of the dong leader of Jayang-dong, then took a deep breath and stretched.

I checked on my remaining troops and realized that I had lost nearly one hundred and fifty underlings from the first company. All of my stage-one mutants were alive, but one of them was seriously injured. One of its arms had fallen off, and the flesh covering its abdomen had been torn to shreds.

I wondered if mutants lacked regenerative abilities.

I tried to keep my mind open to possibilities, and looked around at the motionless zombies that littered the area.

The dong leader’s underlings had lost their commander, and were all looking up at the sky blankly. I pointed to them and gave orders to the injured mutant.

'Eat.'

Ki… Ah…

The mutant tottered toward the zombies. Using one good arm, it grabbed onto one head after another and stuffing it into its mouth.

The mutant showed no signs of stopping.

I wondered if it was because I hadn’t given it specific orders on how many to eat.

After eating about ten zombies, a dark red-colored bone started to grow from the stump of its missing arm. The more brains it ate, the more the bones continued to grow. As the bone took form, ligaments, muscles, and flesh began to grow around it as well.

After it had...