After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 63: Custom Residence (Part 1)

Torn apart and eaten alive by zombies, Jiao Lizhi died filled with regret and hatred. As darkness engulfed her, she opened her eyes—only to find herself back at the beginning of the apocalypse. Crawling back from hell, she sought revenge and fought to live a better life.Watching his loved one torn to pieces before his eyes, he lost his sanity. To avenge her, he destroyed humanity’s last hope with his own hands. On the day the world was swallowed by darkness, he took his own life as the last man standing on Earth. When he opened his eyes again, he vowed never to lose her again!As the world turns into a living hell, will they be able to undo the regrets of their past lives?TRIGGER WARNING!Gore, Violence, Graphic scenes, Abuse.

“Wait a minute… why does this truck have no driver-”An average man was hit by two trucks and was suddenly reincarnated in another world with the help of Rher, the God of Fate; but it seemed like this new world he was in had magic, classes, and even a very game-like approach to it?Your class is decided at your birth with no way to change or choose it, and yet here he was, with the [Chosen One] talent and the [Class Wheel] skill, which allowed him to spin the wheel to gain a class every time.And so the first time he spanned the wheel during a fight...“What the fuck is the SSS-ranked 'Domination' class? Never heard of it!”Follow the story of Stark as he faces all the challenges of this world and tries to survive everything and anything that comes at him.

Hikaru found himself transported to the Pokémon world, but instead of becoming a Trainer, he was now a craftsman specializing in item creation.In an era where technology flourished and traditional craftsmanship faded, artisans were slowly becoming obsolete.However, Hikaru soon discovered something extraordinary—the items he crafted could grant Pokémon incredible enhancements and unique effects.Ancient Relic Slabs, Transparent Bells, Royal Crowns, Reins of Unity... He gradually became a renowned antique craftsman across multiple regions.Rainbow Wings, Life Orbs, Volcanic Keystone, Eviolite... He also embarked on journeys to collect rare materials, earning a reputation as a mystical traveler.Choice Scarves, Victory Armor, Purity Pendants, Shining Charms, Dream Balls...Even items from the Pokémon Trading Card Game could be crafted through his mysterious abilities. He became known as the Unbelievable Master Craftsman.Along his journey, he encountered companions just as unique and ambitious as himself—An Aegislash who sought to create an ideal kingdom.A Lilligant devoted to the cultivation of Berries.An Armarouge obsessed with the art of forging.A Magearna skilled in mechanical inventions.One day, Hikaru turned to Ash Ketchum, offering him a peculiar item.“Here, Ash. Try this.”He handed him a green die—a tool unlike anything seen before.A new adventure begins.

Corvin Blackmoor was a man carved by war and betrayal.From the blood soaked deserts of Afghanistan to the shadowed corridors of British Intelligence, he served and watched ideals crumble into lies.Patriotism. Honor. Loyalty.He buried them all long before a Quds Force assassin silenced his final breath.But death was only the beginning.Dragged from the ruins of a dying world, Corvin awakens in Valtheris. A savage world ruled by magic, where gods are myths, and survival is written in blood.He is no longer human.He is the last of the Dark Parasytes, an extinct race once so feared that every kingdom, every empire, and every mage order hunted them to extinction.Armed with Shadow Siphon, the power to replicate the strengths of others, Corvin stands alone at the bottom of an alien food chain.Weaker than a wild beast, with enemies and predators lurking in every forest, every court, every throne.Weakness is temporary, patience is eternal.In a world fractured by ancient wars, between noble Elves, scheming Demons, ruthless Humans, primal Feralis and Aetherborn Corvin will climb.He will feast. He will conquer.And in the shadows of Valtheris, the last predator will rise.No gods. No masters.Only the cold ambition of a man who has nothing left to believe in… but power itself.