The end is coming, ice has sealed the city, and zombies are everywhere.
In the third year when supplies were exhausted, Chopin died tragically in the snowfield.
It was a human being who killed him.
Those who drive people into ghosts are the reborn ones who have taken over all the prophets!
Is the monopoly of food hoarding called prophetic advantage?
Is it a decisive act to disregard human life?
No one dared to question, no one dared to resist.
When he opened his eyes again, Chopin returned to the seven days before the end, awakening the power of [Hunting Trial]——
All those who are judged and convicted will have their powers, memories, and wealth belong to him!
Those who robbed supplies spit out their money and profits;
Those who have harmed others will pay with blood and be stabbed;
The high and mighty Sky King? I will personally dismantle your throne!
Since no one dares to take care of these scum, I will be their gravedigger.
The knell tolls.
The trial begins.
I pronounce sentence——
You are guilty! ! !
