With Butcher defeated and the survivors' ordeal finally coming to an end, Ray, Jack, Nir, and Ron turned their attention to the group they had just rescued. The survivors quickly began collecting whatever food and essentials they could find, grateful for the chance to rebuild their lives without fear of tyranny.

As Ray finished packing the necessary food into his backpack and Jack carried supplies, Natasha, the courageous young girl who had spoken up against Butcher, approached Ray with a hesitant smile. "Thank you for saving us. We owe you our lives."

Ray returned the smile, his gaze warm but serious. "You don't owe us anything. We couldn't stand by and let that monster continue his reign of terror."

The other survivors gathered around, expressing their gratitude and relief. They were a diverse group, people from all walks of life thrown together by the chaos of the new world. Among them were families, couples, and individuals who had lost everything.

As the survivors began to share their stories, Ray's group listened intently, realizing that they were not alone in their struggles. The survivors had faced their own horrors, from encounters with monsters to the brutality of power-hungry individuals like Butcher.

Ray who look outside noticed a shadow looming on the outskirts of their supermarket.

Something was approaching, something massive. He couldn't make out the details yet, but the size of the silhouette was unlike anything they had encountered before.

Instinctively, Ray activated his Eye of Appraisal skill, focusing his gaze on the approaching figure in an attempt to gather information.

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But to his astonishment, the information he sought was obscured by a series of question marks, as if the system itself was unable to provide details about this new threat.

Nir, standing beside Ray, sensed his unease and whispered, "What do you see?"

Ray shook his head, his voice hushed. "I can't make it out, and the system isn't giving me any information. It's like nothing I've encountered before ,i probably cant see it level because my skill let me see if the monster are five level higher or lease"

Nir who like video game said to his friend will looking at the monster "guys I think this is orc"

Ray's gaze sharpened, and he nodded in agreement. The massive figure approaching them indeed bore the unmistakable traits of an orc, a creature well-known to those who were familiar with fantasy literature and games.

The orc's hulking frame, covered in coarse, fink-gray skin, bristled with muscles that hinted at its immense strength. Its gnarled hands gripped a wickedly jagged club, and a pair of sharp tusks jutted from its lower jaw. Its eyes burned with a fierce and primal intelligence, a stark contrast to the mindless monsters they had encountered before.

The orc charged forward with a thunderous thud, its club raised high above its head, ready to strike a devastating blow. Ray and his group had little time to react, but their training and abilities kicked in.

Ray raised his hand, his bones shifting and morphing into a deadly projectile. He aimed carefully, using his newfound skill, and launched a bone bullet who spin toward the orc's chest. The bone bullet struck true, slamming into the orc's torso with a resounding crack.

The orc grunted in pain, staggering back a step but showing no signs of faltering. It retaliated swiftly, swinging its massive club in a sweeping arc.

Jack, leaped to the side, narrowly avoiding the crushing blow. He countered with a quick jab of his club, striking the orc's leg and drawing a pained roar from the creature.

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Nir's attempt to sneakily attack the orc's neck proved to be a difficult task. The orc's thick, muscular frame provided it with a formidable defense, and Nir's blade could hardly penetrate the creature's tough hide.

As Nir struggled to find a vulnerable spot, the orc, infuriated by the ongoing skirmish, swung its massive club in a wide arc, aiming to crush its attackers. The deadly swing was directed at Nir, who was in close proximity to the creature.

Ron, quick to react, saw the impending danger. With a burst of adrenaline-fueled speed, he dashed toward Nir, pushing him out of harm's way just as the orc's club descended.

The club struck the ground with a deafening crash, sending shards of concrete and debris flying through the air. The force of the impact created a small shockwave, causing everyone nearby to stagger and lose their footing.

Nir, saved by Ron's selfless act, tumbled away from the epicenter of the attack, narrowly avoiding the crushing blow. He scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding in his chest, and expressed his gratitude to Ron for the timely rescue.

The battle raged on as Ray continued to fire bone bullets at the orc, each shot adding to the growing number of bone projectiles embedded in the creature's thick hide. Jack relentlessly hammered at the orc's limbs with his club, causing significant damage, but his weapon was slowly deteriorating from the relentless assault.

Nir, despite his dagger breaking, refused to back down. He picked up a jagged piece of concrete from the ground, wielding it as a makeshift weapon. With determination in his eyes, he lunged at the orc, attempting to find a vulnerable spot.

Ron, using a wooden stick he had found amidst the debris, bravely stepped in whenever the orc tried to attack the group. He used the stick to deflect the creature's club strikes, protecting his friends from harm.

However, the battle was taking its toll. Every member of the group bore injuries, whether from the orc's strikes or the flying shards of concrete that had hit them during the battle. Bloodied and battered, they knew they couldn't keep up this fight for much longer.

Ray, with beads of sweat on his brow, focused his spirit energy to fire another bone bullet at the orc, aiming for its head, the most vulnerable spot. The bone bullet pierced through the orc's thick skull, causing the creature to emit a deafening roar of pain and anger.

The orc, now severely wounded and disoriented, stumbled backward. The survivors took this momentary advantage to attack, Despite their injuries, they knew this was their best chance to finish off the formidable foe.

Ray, his brow furrowed in concentration, fired bone bullets with precision, targeting the orc's already injured head. The bone projectiles struck their mark, embedding themselves deeper into the creature's skull.

Jack, wielding his deteriorating club, rushed in, swinging with all his might. He aimed for the orc's legs, trying to disable the beast's mobility. The blows from his club landed with a resounding thud, causing the orc to howl in pain.

Nir, undeterred by his broken dagger, lunged forward with his makeshift concrete shard. He aimed for the orc's eyes, attempting to blind the creature. His strike, though desperate, found its mark, eliciting a roar of agony from the orc.

Ron, wielding his wooden stick, joined the fray. He focused on striking the orc's arms, trying to weaken the beast's ability to fight back. Each swing of his stick landed with precision, causing the orc to wince in pain.

The combined assault was relentless, and the orc, already severely wounded and disoriented, had little chance to defend itself. It thrashed and roared in a futile attempt to fend off its attackers, but the survivors had the upper hand and it fell to the ground.

As Ray turned to see Nir and Ron standing together, he couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that washed over him. Jack's cautious approach only added to the sense of impending danger.

Ray's mind raced, trying to pinpoint the source of this newfound threat. He scanned the area around him, looking for any signs of danger. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and there were no immediate threats in sight.

"Where is this danger coming from?" Ray thought, his senses on high alert. "I don't see anything around me or above me, so from where is it."

Despite the lack of visible danger, Ray trusted his instincts.

As Ray scanned the area for the source of the impending danger, he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. Something was amiss, and he knew he needed to act quickly.

His eyes darted to the ground, and there, in the dim light, he spotted movement originating from his own shadow. A chilling realization washed over him—the danger was emerging from the very ground beneath their feet.

Ray's thoughts raced as he connected the dots. "The ground," he whispered to himself, understanding that the threat was coming from the shadows below.

In an instant, a blade made of shadow erupted from the ground, aiming for Jack. Reacting on pure instinct, Ray pushed Jack aside, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike.

The shadow blade raise up and served Ray's right hand,