Global Composite Master: Compositing an Undead Army from the Start - Chapter 107: Faithful! (3/5)_1

Austin, a young construction worker, falls from a twenty-story building while working on an incomplete apartment complex.Soon after, he wakes up in the body of a fourth prince who had been poisoned by one of his brothers.As though that wasn’t scary enough, Austin later discovers that he has somehow become entangled in a dangerous political situation where his brothers would do anything to become the next emperor.However, this turned out to be the least of his problems because Austin realizes that, unlike his three older brothers, the fourth prince had never once taken a liking to combat or training, making him the weakest out of the four princes.So, how is Austin expected to survive in a world filled with magic, monsters, barbarians, demons, and an internal battle over the succession of the throne?With a long, depressed sigh, Austin groaned as he lay on his bed and stared sightlessly at the ceiling.“Ugh, what am I going to do now?” he pondered. But there was only one thing he could do if he wanted to live a happy and peaceful life in this fantasy world.He had to train as hard as possible.However, training as an exorcist was extremely hard and stressful. But to his surprise, a personal system completely became bound to him, and a screen suddenly appeared in front of him:[Binding Complete!!][Congratulations!! You have obtained The Affection Leveling System!][Through this system, the host has now acquired a quicker and easier way to level up faster than anyone else around him. All you have to do is raise your wives’ affection towards you and build strong bonds with them, and you’ll unlock new skills that will benefit both you and your wives.]Seeing this, Austin realizes that he has a wedding coming up in a month with two beautiful elves as his future brides. So, instead of spending a lifetime training to become stronger, Austin opted to live a peaceful and fulfilling life with his wives.Now, follow Austin as he tries to live and enjoy a happy and relaxing life with his wives, while also having a legion of evil pumpkin warriors ready to fight and protect him and those he loves.

On a normal evening, a voice appeared out of no where to give an announcement all over the world, this same evening was also when Dustin was run over by a car while running way from thugs.

Dustin however woke up unharmed, and learned that the world was about to go into ruins basically, and that some humans would be taken away in a few days as 'earth's warriors'.

As it would turn out, on the D-day, Dustin is one of those that were taken. But, this might turn out to be an opportunity rather than a curse, as some night before this day, something interesting happened.

[System activated]

[Starting assimilation... Complete]

[System online]

[Congratulations player for being the first to awaken. Rewards will be given]

Somehow, I ended up possessing a character in an academy setting.“Our school has a strict no-alcohol policy for students.”“Huh?”I’m a Drunken Fighter who gets stronger the more intoxicated I am, but alcohol is banned.

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.