In Love With My Fierce Farming Wife! - Chapter 445 - 444 Start Journey_1

“In a world where the strong climb, the weak are thrown to the depths. I didn’t climb, I was thrown… and I kept falling...until the Abyss stared back.”When the world ended, the tower rose from the earth, and humanity was forced into a game of survival against nightmare-fueled monsters. Machines stopped working and amidst the chaos, Xior Arden, a broken orphan boy with empty eyes was cast into the lowest depths of the Abyss.There, the weak don’t die quickly. They suffered and so he did suffer.But the Abyss chose him.With the power to absorb runes from fallen monsters, evolve his body into higher forms, and steal the essence of the creatures he kills. Xior begins to climb the tower, not as a hero. But as the thing which the Abyss itself fears:A Monarch born in the dark.***Additional Tags: TowerClimbing, Anti-hero, System, Revenge, WeakToStrong, MorallyGreyProtagonist, CunningProtagonist, ArrogantProtagonist***

Caution: This novel contains R18 content. Doomsday had arrived overnight. Zombies roamed every corner and humanity had suffered a massive setback.

Zion, a solo adventurer, recklessly entered a dungeon beyond his ability.Alas, that was the last thing he did. Wandering inside a dungeon for hundreds of years, as an undead, he kept advancing into the dungeon. Slaying monsters left and right until his undead body underwent ‘evolution’ many times over――――By the time he regained his ego, he had already become the strongest undead: 【No Life King】.Humankind, who was made aware of the appearance of a new world-class disaster monster, felt dread as they fell into the abyss of despair. 「The world is… done for.」…Or so they think.「It’s okay, do I look like an evil undead to you?（Smile~）」「「「HIIIIIIIIIIIII?!」」」「…SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!」This was the tale of the humans who trembled in fear [out of their own convenience] and him, an undead, who actually had no intention to destroy the world.

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, dim library.Regrettably, this book is unwell.Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of its cover,Words written in bygone days are like parasites rooted in the pages, hoping for someone to observe their wriggling,To feel, to decipher, to touch the essence of this ailing story.If you insist on borrowing this book, please make sure to regularly check your own physical condition.