NIKKE: The Apocalypse Arrives, But the System is 100 Years Late

If Mo Chen had known what Anis was thinking, he probably would've replied with something like:

"Oh come on, I'm not cheating. Alright, maybe just a few times. But still, this had nothing to do with his tactical planning!"

If Anis thought the Commander was cheating just because of this, then she was definitely misunderstanding Mo Chen.

The real reason Mo Chen knew this plan would work was because he had played the game before—he knew Frima.

At the same time, he also knew that Nikkes infected by the virus had their brains under control, but some of their habits remained unchanged. In fact, under the virus's influence, those habits were often amplified.

It was just like how people with extreme sensitivity would experience doubled pleasure, supercharged speed, and drastically lowered stamina.

And, of course, trading off everything for just a fleeting moment of pleasure, only to receive a look of utter disdain from their partner, was hardly worth it.

For Frima, her amplified trait was sleepiness.

If she saw a bed, she had to get on it.

This was basically a cat-and-mouse game, and they had just scored big.

With Frima, the lethal sniper, neutralized, taking down the rest of Cafe Sweety Squad became significantly easier.

For example—Sugar, whose coffee preference was an abomination.

A hand-brewed coffee with eleven cubes of sugar and absolutely no Splendamin components.

The aroma was so rich that even Anis was tempted to take a sip. But the sheer lethal amount of sugar in it made her hold back.

Once they lured Sugar to the designated spot, they struck while she was mid-sip.

Sugar seemed to realize something was off at the last moment—but it was too late.

A few bursts of suppression rounds later, she flopped to the ground like a stunned Magikarp, twitching from the shock.

Though, even as she lay there, her unwavering gaze remained locked onto the coffee.

It was a tragic sight.

In the end, it was Neon who handed the remaining coffee to Sugar.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Anis couldn't understand Neon's actions.

She was already on the ground, paralyzed—what was the point of feeding her now?

That was like feeding a fish you'd already caught and thrown into a bucket.

Neon clutched her chest, speaking with a heavy tone, "I've been burdened by my conscience."

Anis: "…"

As for the last one—Milk—she was even easier to deal with.

Milk, the tomboy, was the definition of dumb, rich, and reckless.

Her train of thought was bizarrely straightforward—so much so that the folds in her brain were probably as smooth as a freshly paved highway.

If they didn't take this opportunity to teach her a lesson, it would be a waste of her unparalleled intellect.

Rapi proposed a one-on-one duel against Milk, sending out a signal and even firing a flare.

Logically speaking, this was an obvious trap. Who in their right mind would stop in the middle of a battlefield for a fair duel?!

Surely, no one could be that gullible.

And yet—

Milk actually showed up.

Not only that, but she also removed all her weapons, wrapped bandages around her fists, and got ready to brawl with Rapi in what she believed to be a true warrior's battle.

However—just as she had barely finished preparing—

"THUD—!"

With a single heavy smack, she was knocked out cold.

Anis and Neon, who had been hiding behind cover, had bonked her on the head with a steel pipe.

Milk collapsed straight down, rigid as a board.

Anis stared at the now bent iron pipe, her eye twitching.

Her head was insanely tough—that skull of hers was built like reinforced steel.

She went down fast and clean.

With that—

Cafe Sweety Squad: Total annihilation.

Meanwhile, on another battlefield, the fight between the Special Forces Squad and Matis Squad was far more intense.

Both sides were locked in a fierce exchange, neither willing to back down.

These weren't ordinary Nikkes—they were elite soldiers who had survived countless battles.

The battle was a full-scale bombardment, raging like wildfire, reaching an absolute boiling point.

However, in terms of sheer firepower, Matis Squad held the advantage.

They were armed with Missilis' latest weaponry, which far surpassed Elysion's technology in terms of power, range, and precision.

Laplace's high-energy particle cannon, in particular, was devastating—its shots were not only extremely powerful but also highly penetrative, capable of piercing straight through reinforced concrete.

Hiding behind cover? Not an option.

Because it was an ion beam, the moment she locked onto her target, it was practically guaranteed to hit.

Eunhwa was well aware of this firepower disparity.

She didn't force a direct confrontation but instead opted for hit-and-run tactics, utilizing constant movement and flanking maneuvers to disrupt the enemy's aim while searching for an opportunity to strike.

Different opponents required different strategies.

Blindly rushing head-on would only lead to failure—or worse, stepping straight into an enemy trap.

Ironically, Eunhwa had learned this lesson the hard way—back when she had lost to Mo Chen.

Eunhwa moved swiftly through the ruins, clutching her sniper rifle. While dodging enemy fire, she searched for a concealed vantage point. Before long, she reached a dilapidated high-rise, quickly ascending to the fourth floor and setting up her rifle.

Below, the battle had reached a fever pitch.

Emma crouched behind cover, laying down suppressive fire with her machine gun. Thanks to its sheer firepower, she kept the enemy pinned, forcing them to keep their heads down. The only real threat came from Maxwell's drone squad, though most of them were swiftly shot down by Emma.

Any stragglers that managed to slip through were quickly picked off by Eunhwa and Vesti.

Even when caught in the blast radius of explosions, Emma's superior nanite repair protocols allowed her to regenerate most of her injuries.

However, the enemy was far from helpless.

Suddenly, a high-energy particle beam blasted through the battlefield, streaking toward Emma. The reinforced concrete cover in front of her melted like paper, disintegrating under the beam's immense heat.

Fortunately, Emma had strictly followed the tactical plan—never staying in one place for too long.

The instant she sensed the attack coming, she had already relocated.

And that particle beam had just revealed Laplace's squad's position.

From a flanking angle, Vesti immediately launched a counterattack with a rocket launcher.

"Boom—!"

The rocket shot out of the tube, trailing a long plume of fire as it hurtled toward the enemy's firing position.

"BOOM—!"

A massive explosion erupted, sending debris flying.

Perched on the high-rise, Eunhwa remained motionless, her eyes locked onto the dust cloud.

Vesti's incendiary rounds created a wide-area inferno—at temperatures exceeding a thousand degrees, even Nikkes couldn't survive.

Sure enough, three figures emerged from the smoke.

Eunhwa didn't hesitate—she pulled the trigger.

"Bang—!"

One target dropped on the spot.

She pulled the bolt, ejected the spent shell, chambered another round, and fired again.

"Bang—!"

Another target fell.

But as she cycled the bolt for the next shot, the smoke cleared—and the third figure had vanished.

Clearly, they had managed to take cover.