The numbers spun wildly across his vision, flickering too fast to track. Sid’s eyes darted after them anyway, his chest tight, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek. Then poof! The score locked into place.
[10/10]
Perfect score!
"Of course a 10! "
The glow slid further, drifting slowly over her entire figure. A bunny zombie... It paused at tis, almost like the system itself was taking a mont to appreciate her before continuing. It moved to her arms, her hands, then the way she stood.
[Uniqueness]
Calculating...
[10/10]
Perfect score!
"...Okay... perfect. She’s unique to , alright? There are no bunny humans on Earth—that’s my reason. The ONLYreason. Don’t go asking to explain that sex appeal score, because I’m not answering."
Next, the scan focused on the faint tension in her muscles, the way she held her weight. His gar instincts recognized the stance instantly.
[On these parts, the scores are given based on how useful she can be in this apocalypse, judged by what she was capable of before and what she can do now.]
"Oh, so this one’s about usefulness, huh? How she can fight, survive, or... whatever she did before turning. Even zombie waifus get performance reviews."
[Combat Potential]
Calculating...
"Combat potential? Does this an—Oh no... she can fight?"
[4/10]
Decent score!
"Well, a four. So basically... she can’t fight."
The scanner now focuses on her brain, checking it throughly and into her heart.
[Community Value]
Calculating...
"Community value? What... what does that even an?"
[10/10]
Perfect score!
"A perfect score? What the hell can this zombie bunny bride even do? She’s low in combat, but her community value is ten... what does that even an?"
Sid’s breath caught. He could not understand why a system in a ga about killing zombies would asure sothing like that. Let alone give her a perfect score. It made the whole mont feel heavier, like there was sothing he was not supposed to know yet.
The data froze. A tall, vertical bar filled itself from bottom to top with a deep blue glow, locking in the results.
[44/50]
Calculating...
Then, five empty star outlines appeared in the air. One by one, they filled with gold, each chi echoing in the quiet cathedral until all five shone bright.
[FINAL BEAUTY RATING: ★★★★★]
SSR Tier – Eligible for Revival.
"Five stars...? A SSR? She’s—she’s perfect by the system’s standards. Ahem, I an yeah... My standards hehe. But Why does she have a... rating? Why does it even matter? Why... would the ga do this? These numbers are making my head spin, especially that five-star banner flashing in my head like a gacha roll result..."
As the final rating appeared, the zombie bunny bride’s outline began to glow, her skin sparkling gold.
"Oh. My. God! Does my loot-sense work on zombie girls too? No way... this is insane!"
Sid’s jaw practically hit the marble floor. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the glowing stars, the rating banner flashing in his HUD like he had just pulled a five-star character in one of those soul crushing gacha gas. His lips curled into a crooked smile, his excitent boiling over.
"Unbelievable... this system is literally treating her like a pull. A five-star SSR. It’s acting like I just hit the jackpot. Damn it—this feels exactly like a gacha roll! I should be pissed, but honestly... I’m kind of hyped. The system just threw an SSR-tier zombie waifu, glowing like loot, and my brain can’t even handle it."
He chuckled, running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair, his eyes darting from the bride’s shimring outline to the glowing HUD. His voice dropped, low but still full of that cocky edge. "Still... can’t lie. She really is a ten. And if the system says she’s elegible for revival, then... I guess it’s my job to do it."
The system’s voice chid, and text scrolled across his vision:
[Beauty Scan Complete. The zombie girl is eligible for revival. You can now revive her by touching her chest.]
Sid blinked at the prompt, then let out a long, long breath. His expression shifted, seriousness creeping in under his usual bravado.
"Touch her chest, huh? Argh, that sounds so damn shady. Always gotta throw in so awkward fanservice angle, don’t you? But if that’s the only way... then what choice do I have? Let’s see if this ta Breaker title actually lives up to its na. Ti to touch a zombie chest..."
He stepped closer. The bride’s glowing body radiated a faint warmth now, her outline shimring with threads of gold. Sid extended his hand slowly, almost cautiously, his palm trembling before he forced it steady. He pressed his hand flat against her chest, right above her heart.
The mont his skin t her cold flesh, his HUD exploded with light.
[TA BREAKER EFFECT ACTIVATED]
Overriding ta Rule...
[THE DEAD CANNOT RETURN.]
Reality itself seed to ripple around them. Cracks spiderwebbed through the air, glowing like fractured glass. The cathedral groaned, light bleeding from the seams in space as though the world itself rejected what he was doing. The bride’s body shimred, her skin glowing brighter, each thread of light peeling away rot, nding flesh, restoring lost warmth.
"Holy sh*t... it’s like I’m tearing through the code. No... through the laws of this world. I’m actually rewriting the rules just by touching her. This is, this is unreal! OH MY GOD!"
The cracks in reality pulsed, golden light spilling out like veins of molten lava in shattered stone. The bride’s body trembled under his palm, and her chest began to rise faintly, her first breath rattling through her throat like the beginning of a song.
"Uh.. ahh.. Eee..."
Sid clenched his jaw, his voice strong but laced with sothing deeper... hope, fear, determination all at once. The zombie bunny bride looking like the ta break effect was kinda shaky to her, it’s like her body is resisting.
"Co back... co back, damn it. don’t you dare glitch out now. If this actually works, then I I’ll have done the one thing no player or survivor could ever dream of. I’ll have broken the system itself. I’ll have revived the dead."
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