Creation Of One Piece Ultimate Game World With System - Chapter 52 - : Dracule Mihawk Interacted With The Manga!

One day, Raizou ​​Takakura, an average salaryman, had a Heart Attack and his life ended that day.

But, he got a second life, in a different world.

Reincarnated with strong skills―― wasn’t what happened to him, instead, he was reincarnated as a foot soldier in a small country, Highserk Empire, which was surrounded by large countries.

With a new name, Walm, he was thrown into the frontline of war.

Covered in blood and the stench of death, along with his comrades, he was slipping through life-or-death situations.

An adventurer party with members that could use powerful magic, transferees with overwhelming power called the “heroes”.

In a deadly battle with them, Walm gradually developed his talent as a warrior which would’ve never awakened if he were to stay in times of peace.

While his eyes becoming dark and muddy over time――

She woke up from her sleep to the divorce papers that the original owner’s husband tossed at her.

The world ended.Zombies and monsters rose. Cities crumbled.And Merek? He woke up in the apocalypse with a job that lets him create armor for lingering souls—spirits without bodies, desperate for purpose.Turns out, the dead don’t rest easy. Some are angry. Some vengeful. Others? Just lost. When Merek binds them into steel warframes, they don’t just fight... they evolve.Now, he leads a legion of the undead—ghosts in armor, bound to him by oath and fate.Faction leaders call him mad. Warlords want him dead. And God? If He’s watching, He’s not talking.Merek was supposed to die with everyone else.Instead, he got a support type job no one’s heard of... and a shot at rewriting his pathetic Earth-life.In this world, only the fittest survive.And Merek? He’s got undeads in steel at his side.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.