The City Guards had been working tirelessly to clear the forest of zombies, but it had been a difficult task. They had lost many men in the process, but finally, after days of fighting, they succeeded. The city was still infested with zombies, but the Guards were determined to rid it of the undead menace.
Finally, they arrived just in time to witness Bob fell the Giant Zombie. They were amazed at the sight of the towering beast lying dead at Bob's feet. They had heard of Block Bosses before, from their elders, but they had never seen one in person. Bob was covered in dirt and sweat, but he looked exhilarated to be alive.
The City Guards greeted Bob warmly, but they couldn't help but question his motives for sneaking off alone to clear the city of the zombie infestation.
"Bob, why would you risk your life like that?" asked the captain of the Guards. "You could have been killed!"
Bob looked up at the captain, his eyes blazing with determination. "I couldn't sit back and watch as the city was overrun by zombies," he said. "I had to do something."
The captain nodded understandingly. "We appreciate your bravery, Bob," he said. "But you should have waited for us. We could have helped you."
Bob shrugged. "I didn't want to wait," he said. "I wanted to do something, and besides, I've discovered that I'm pretty good at killing zombies."
The Guards couldn't argue with that. Bob had clearly proven himself to be a skilled warrior. Bob decided at this point he should probably check out that new option in the system interface, while they were all relatively safe.
As he explored the interface, Bob discovered that he could make a wide range of changes to the buildings in the city block. He started small, making minor changes to the exterior of a few buildings. But as he grew more comfortable with the interface, he began to experiment with bigger changes.
One of the first major changes Bob made was to add an infirmary to one of the buildings. With the click of a button, he was able to add a fully functional medical facility to the building, complete with state-of-the-art equipment and trained medical professionals. The infirmary would provide much-needed medical care to the people in the city block, and it would help to save lives in emergency situations.
Another major change Bob made was to add a food production facility to another building. With the help of the interface, he was able to design a large-scale hydroponic garden that would produce fresh fruits and vegetables year-round.
The food production facility would help to address food insecurity in the city block, and it would provide healthy, nutritious food to the people who lived there.
Finally, Bob decided to add a forge to one of the buildings. With the interface, he was able to design a fully functional forge that could be used to create all kinds of metal products. The forge would provide job opportunities to the people in the city block, and it would help to revitalize the local economy.
Now, Bob had no idea what any of this actually meant, he was just clicking options that seemed like they would be the most helpful based on their descriptions alone. As Bob continued to work with the interface, he discovered even more ways to improve the buildings and the city block as a whole.
He built fortified walls with reinforced gates and guard towers. Bob took on the task of building Barracks to bolster his army's strength in the upcoming battle. Using the System Interface, he selected the Barracks option, and it started to build in an empty lot near him.
Once the facility was completed, Bob was able to use the interface to train and recruit reinforcements for his army. The interface allowed him to manage his troops effectively by organizing them into units, assigning them to specific tasks, and monitoring their performance.
With the help of the system interface, Bob was able to build a strong and efficient army that was ready to face the daunting task of clearing the city block by block.
Bob began to have doubts about how real these villagers were, I mean who wouldn't, with him now having the option to recruit new soldiers out of thin air? By only expending a bit of their food stock to create a whole new life? This tower just keeps getting weirder and weirder. I really hope I get out of here before I start going as crazy as my System.
Bob, the current leader of the city, had taken action to reclaim the city, and reduce the infestation to zero. He decided to create several squads of city guards and assigned them to clear out the city blocks one by one, with the guidance of the City Guard Commander.
Bob understood that the problem could not be solved overnight, so he ensured that the squads were adequately equipped with the necessary resources to handle any situation that may arise.
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The goal was to create a safe and secure environment for the citizens of the city, and Bob believed that this approach would be effective in achieving that goal. With the dedicated efforts of the city guards, Bob was confident that the crime rates would decrease, and that the citizens could return to the city and their daily lives without fear.
Bob, having experienced a Block Boss fight, knew that exploring the next area alone was not an option. He needed several squads of guards to accompany him and help clear the area of the undead.
So, Bob created more squads of guards to help him with the mission at hand. With his squad of guards by his side, and the several squads under the Guard Commander, Bob felt confident that they could hastily clear the city with ease.
Bob led guards into the next block of the infested city, their weapons at the ready. As they moved forward, the smell of decay filled their nostrils, and they could hear the low moans of the zombies ahead.
The city had fallen to the zombie outbreak a couple of weeks ago, and the survivors had been pushed to the safety of the bunker in the forest outside the city. Bob had volunteered to reclaim the city one block at a time, but it was no easy feat.
As they rounded the corner, they came face to face with a group of zombies. The guards fired their arrows, taking down the first wave of undead, but more were coming. They formed a defensive line, their backs against a brick wall, and fought off the zombies as they approached.
Bob signaled to his second-in-command to take a small group and flank the zombies, while the rest of the guards continued to hold the line. The plan worked, and the zombies were caught off guard as the flanking group attacked from behind.
But the victory was short-lived as a new group of zombies appeared from a nearby building. Bob ordered his slimes to take care of these while he and the guards slowly retreated to find cover.
They found a building to hole up in and barricaded the entrances as best they could. The guards took turns keeping watch and resting, they conserved their arrows and were just stabbing the zombies through the windows with swords and spears.
The Slimes were still outside thinning the horde as best they could, but they weren't indestructible, slowly the slime's numbers were reduced as the zombies kept coming. Bob used the Rolodex and it locked in with the Diminutive Minotaur card and a multiplier of 6x.
The minotaur materialized out front in the middle of the zombie horde, the wild charges of the minotaurs made quick work of the zombie horde. It was so effective, that it inspired the guards taking refuge in the building to charge out and assist in the battle.
The Slimes, Minotaur, and Bob's Guards swiftly eliminated the horde in front of them and then proceeded to go street by street in this block clearing the zombies out, group by group.
After they were successful, Bob made more food production facilities and expanded the walls to join this block with the other one under his control. He made a few more barracks to speed up unit production and then decided to rest and eat while the troops finished being produced.
The Guard Commander, and his army of guards, marched through the streets of the block, Bob had assigned them to clear, like an unstoppable juggernaut. They were eliminating zombies with record speeds and fully clearing the area bit by bit with exceptional ease.
Bob while resting saw the clear percentage on the city map as he rested in the base. He was quite pleased, with their progress. Bob was somehow able to see them clear the streets, through some sort of video screen in his interface, it was quite strange. It felt like watching a movie back in his old world. Wait, a movie? Am I starting to remember things before waking up in this world? UGH!
Bob doubled over in pain, hands gripped his head, chest heaving, while tears streamed down to the floor. He felt an intense pounding ache, that had literally brought him to his knees. Fighting through the pain as best he could, Bob continued to watch the progress of his troops.
Argh! I need to pay attention, what if something bad happens? I need to see it all so I can be prepared. Bob continued to watch the screen, even though he was in unimaginable pain, and what he saw surprised him. Some of the guards started to be killed by the zombies. Which in general wouldn't have really bothered Bob much, because it's a war, and people die, but there were no bodies.
He couldn't believe it, as he kept watching and more of the troops died. Bob gasped as he saw the soldiers die and then explode into essence returning to the ether.
They aren't real? No, that's not possible. They have to be real. I've talked with them, eaten with them, fought side by side with them. They can't be fake. How? Why? I WANT OUT OF THIS GODDAMN TOWER!
Something inside Bob snapped, and at that moment laughter filled the room. Bob was startled a bit because he hadn't realized that the laughter was coming from him.
Bob, in a semi-fugue state, started mass producing troops and immediately sending them to clear out zones without any plans or orders. Bob, in his crazed state, had just decided that he was going to throw everything against the wall that was this infested city. He could hear a faint whispering in his mind, but he couldn't quite make out what it was saying. But it gave him a feeling of reassurance, and that what he was doing was the right path.
The units marched toward their death, as soon as they were produced. It doesn't matter, none of them are real! None of this is real! The laughter continued echoing through his head, Bob was unsure if the sound originated with him or not, but he didn't care. He was doing what was right, what was necessary to clear the infestation, which he believed might be the key to clearing this floor. Bob just wanted to leave this floor behind, and quickly make his way to the top of the Tower.
Bob didn't want to watch people die for no reason, whether or not they were real or magically created, made no difference. A death is a death, and Bob had seen enough. He used his Rolodex every time the cooldown ended, not even bothering to watch the roulettes spin.
As soon as they were summoned he sent them to hunt zombies. Bob didn't care about this floor anymore. He didn't care about these zombies. He didn't care about these people. None of this was real. Bob just wanted to go home.