The rumbling of a thousand undead awakening under one's very feet wasn't for the faint of heart.

  Jack and Moon Moon couldn't help but grimace as the entire floor under them transformed into an undead legion: one full of freaking bony chickens!

  They all turned their lifeless eye sockets toward them as they clucked loudly.

  — Cluck—GRRR-Cluck—GRRR! —


  Individually, they'd be hella weak, individually being the freaking keyword! As far as the eye could see, there were skeleton chickens and even more skeleton chickens!

  Then a fight for their lives began.

  At that moment, Jack was a steady rock fighting against an incredible tsunami. He kept fending the undead waves relentlessly.

  Trying to peck Moon Moon? How about fuck you! Trying to lacerate them with bony talons? How about a Cluckinator to the face!

  He was a freaking hero!

  No matter how bloodthirsty the enemies got, he kept pushing them away! The undead was so eager to devour the living that they kept colliding with one another. He was calmly exploiting their lack of coordination!

  In the background, the pseudo-lich was busy mumbling plenty of spells, ones that gave the chickens an unholy glow. This made them stronger! Any lapse in Jack's focus would have him turned into meat strips!

  The pressure was way too freaking intense, but Jack remained calm:

  "So what if there are more chickens? I'll crush all of your fucking skulls!" He thundered.

  At this moment, he had a specific title equipped that gave him an edge: "Anti-Chicken Warrior".

  One could have argued that it wasn't that good stat-wise, and they would have been right. But, in Infinite, not everything was that simple.

  "WhAt?! aNtI-ChIcKeN WaRrIoR?! NoOoOoO!!" The lich cried out in utter terror!

  How many chickens had this man slaughtered to achieve this?! It had to be thousands and thousands! At this instant, the Poultry Farmer lich felt intense fear.

  The creature shuddered as it saw Jack stride forward akin to an angel of death. The man's confidence and his title were scaring it shitless!

  Usually, it would overwhelm its enemies with infinite chickens.

  As long as the enemy wasn't near him, he could focus 100% on attack and whittle their vitality away. But would such a tactic even work against this crazy chicken-slaughtering bastard?!

  The lich's skull turned darker as it instantly resolved to step up its game straight from the get-go. Jack and Moon Moon had instantly skipped the first part of the boss fight through intimidation!

  The undead chicken sea began to billow as the necromancer issued a command to all of them!

  The monster was using its own vitality to do an ultimate spell! It didn't make sense for the creature to use such a finishing move that soon! Jack watched, puzzled, for he had been expecting a long attrition battle.

  The chickens all flowed toward the lich, surrounding it in what seemed to be a protective ball.

  — Cluck—GRRR-Cluck—GRRR! —


  — Cluck—GRRR-Cluck—GRRR! —


  — Cluck—GRRR-Cluck—GRRR! —


  The two watched everything happen while gasping. The undead was completely ignoring them! What the heck was it up to?!

  But a few seconds later, they found themselves shuddering. Was it in fear or excitement? Even they weren't sure.

  In front of their very eyes, the undead assembled themselves into a goddamn Titan! It was akin to the Hulking Chicken Bones Golems— except freaking gigantic! It almost reached the damn ceiling!

  "What in sweet baby Raptor Jesus's name is this?!" Jack cursed aloud.

  "Woo?!" (Shocked!)

  At least its weak point was somewhat obvious. There was the protective bone sphere containing the necromancer's body in the colossal creature's chest.

  "Tch— guess we'll have to fell a goddamn Titan!" Jack declared.

  "Woo!" (Holy shit!)

  Moon Moon howled to give itself courage. They could do it! It wasn't sure how yet, but they would do it for sure!

  The giant took a step toward them. It instantly made the ground rumble. Heck, a single hit of any of its gigantic limbs would indubitably end them!

  It wasn't the only threat either. The undead chickens were still rising over time. At least they weren't spawning as quickly as earlier when the necromancer controlled them directly.

  "Evade that big guy's attacks! Just picture that you're dodging that flaming heart's fire— except it's a giant freaking foot!" Jack shouted as he got the fuck out of the way.

  "Woo!" (They could do this!)

  The two spread out to dodge. But they couldn't always keep running. They needed a way to stop this freaking giant!

  That's when the ballistae attracted Jack's eye. These things that were essentially giant crossbows would be perfect for taking it down! The only issue was making it work.

  Jack sprinted to one, observing it closely. They'd need to load the projectiles in, and some were lying in the corner. But, he couldn't do it at this instant as the colossal golem was heading his way!

  "Moon Moon! I'll draw this bitch's attention! You grab that big arrow there and bring it there!" Jack instructed his pet.

  The little wolf heroically answered his call! It rushed as fast as a tempest and decisively clamped its maw on the huge arrow. It was time to play gigantic fetch!!!

  But as it tried to move, it found itself completely stumped.

  "Woo?!" (Shock!)

  Seeing this, Jack couldn't help but sigh. Of fucking course! This last boss still worked on the same concept as this freaking Dungeon! It needed a balanced team to complete it. This part took relatively high STR!

  "Alright, let's switch! You draw the aggro! Make sure you don't end up as a wolf pancake!" Jack shouted, glancing at the colossus.

  It was very diligently smashing its legs and arms all over the place in an attempt to flatten them. This was annoying as fuck, especially since there were plenty of chickens trying to peck at them too!

  Jack grabbed the thing and very slowly made his way toward the giant crossbow. He felt like a man that had to carry the weight of the fucking world! This was so goddamn heavy!

  He dragged his feet toward his target and painfully loaded the bolt in the ballista. Then he finally turned toward Moon Moon that was running for its dear life.

  The poor wolf was covered in blood and barely surviving.

  "Come this way! It's time for a freaking chicken skewer!!!" Jack shouted to his partner.

  The little wolf hurriedly ran over. It was time to take this big thing down! Hopefully, this would work…