I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World - Chapter 783 - 779: Digging Under the Wall_1

The world was destroyed, torn to shreds by the war as it raged on. With the falling of nuclear bombs, the mutation strangely adapted and became an entirely new element.Those who couldn't withstand this mutation became beings tethering on the edge of life and death, becoming undead.Only a small population remains on the earth now.In this small population, some can adapt to the mutation and awaken unique powers in the apocalypse, while others are entirely unaffected, still like normal people.Ray was just a normal E-class awakener, but a faithful purple crystal changed everything.Through the purple crystal, a “system” activated inside him, which could allow him to get stronger the more he spreads his genes.Necromancer, wizard, martial artist to sorcerer - every single skill was possible as long as he spread his genes.From that moment, Ray walked the path of spreading his genes “for the sake of humanity.”#no ntr, yaoi or yuri

One day, a ghost possessed me.

The younger brother donated his kidney to his older brother and chose death over living with only one kidney.

A high school girl tried acting in front of her father.

A Korean military police officer from the Japanese colonial period belatedly tried to protect his country.

A con artist attempted to steal his partner’s heart but ended up losing his own.

I could vividly portray their lives.

Their experiences were akin to a theatrical performance, almost theatrical.

Living on the streets of Orchard's Reach, Sen never dreamed about becoming a cultivator. He barely even knew what cultivation was, let alone wanted to do it. When fate intervenes, though, he finds himself the disciple of a cultivator. Like all who find themselves on the path to defying the heavens, Sen will have to decide what kind of person he wants to be and what kind of mark he wants to leave on the world.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”