MTL - Undead - Chapter 64 .Chapter64

Claudia was an ordinary 25-year old office lady before the monster apocalypse happened. She was a single mother of an 8-year old girl, making ends meet in the modern world.

One night, when she and her daughter were driving home, a silver white wolf with fiery red eyes suddenly emerged on the road from out of nowhere. She tried to evade hitting the wolf and so her car swerved out of the road and crashed on a big tree.

Claudia tried to open her eyes and she felt warm blood trickling from her head. She felt serious pain all over her body.

“I am sorry.” A voice of a boy told her.

Claudia tried to open her eyes but her vision was blurry. She only saw a figure of a teen age boy with distinct platinum blonde her close to silver.

That was the last thing she remembered until she woke up again in a world that had changed so drastically.

8 years have passed by when Claudia finally opened her eyes to a world she does not know of. Everywhere she look was in ruins, not a living soul can be seen even after she had walked for hours.

“What is this? What happened? Where am I?” Claudia was so confused that she did not know what to do.

Along the way, she will meet human survivors that will inform her of what happened the 8 years she was asleep; the opening gates of hell, and to the monster invasion that happened all over the world. The world she woke up to was ruled by monsters and demons.

What Claudia was also worried about was the powers that she was starting to manifest. What frightens her the most is that these powers she is exhibiting were similar to those of the monsters and demons that the humans fear, hence humans could come to fear her.

Follow Claudia in her quest to find the answers of what happened to her the 8 years she was asleep, in searching for her daughter, why she have these powers and how she will use them to fight and tame the monsters and demons that are now ruling the world

Claudia was chosen to be The Monster Tamer in this monster infested world.

The world is a sea of bitterness.

The mortal swims in the sea.

The body is the vessel.

The soul is the mortal on the vessel.

The vessel carries the mortal as it sails endlessly towards the other side of the sea.

Does cultivating the body strengthen the vessel enough to reach the other side of this sea of misery?

Or does cultivating the soul give the mortal on the vessel the ability to master swimming?

Cultivating according to the martial path allows one to become an Earthly Immortal.

Cultivating according to the immortal path allows one to become a Divine Immortal.

Which path should be chosen?

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Dale Mitchell, your average guy in a below-average job. But, what happens to him is anything but average. After hitting someone in his truck, his world was turned upside down, inside out, and more than fifty shades of grey.

Now, he seems to be something called a World Keeper, and must create and manage his own world. Is this his afterlife, or something else entirely?

“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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