SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS - Chapter 794: Path of Black Smith!

William Hunter was a young high-school student who was constantly bullied and made fun of by the people around him.

Suddenly, one day, everyone was given a system and transported into a parallel apocalyptic world filled with powerful hordes of zombies, wrecking havoc on everyone and everything. Even with systems, most people struggle to survive.

[You have received the ???-rank system, Minion Controller]

[You have received 1x Woodcutter Minion and 1x Warrior Minion]

[You can buy more minions in the Shop]

What was this?

[Your Woodcutter Minion has collected 21 wood, it is now level-2]

As other people struggled to survive. William would be able to create an army of minions and take over this hellscape

“I want to be a true demon.”

A boy not older than 20 years wished as he looked at the sky.

After suffering from the trauma for many years, he finally gave up on life.

People called him ugly, demon, and hideous.

He bared with it, but today he finally broke.

With a piercing pain in his chest, he died.

When opened his eyes, Logan found himself in another world and inside the body of a demon.

His wish was granted, but at what cost?

He had no power and was the lowest among the demons.

No one to help, no one to be with him.

But it did not affect Logan. Because he had something else with him.

‘Sin and Virtue System.’

Guiding him towards his goal to become a true Demon.

Logan’s conquest has begun, so be a part of it.

Otherwise, you will miss him.

The true Demon!

However, is the MC the 'only' one to have a system?

Hm?

Read the fucking novel and find out!

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”

What would you say is the most valuable thing in this world?