Reincarnated in the Apocalypse: Invincibility Starts From Killing Enemies With My Own Hands - Chapter 4

Takumi Hirooka(20) works at a black company. He stopped at a convenience store before returning home, and then gave his beloved dog Leo a treat before eating his own dinner that he bought at the store.

After eating, Takumi stood up in order to take a bath, but due to exhaustion from overworking, he fell to the floor and lost consciousness.

When Takumi opened his eyes again, he was in an unfamiliar forest. But what he thought was a large wolf sitting next to him, was actually his dog Leo…

Leo was now big enough to carry people on her back, and could defeat monsters that appeared in the forest in an instant.

A woman they meet in the forest, Claire, tells them that Leo is the most powerful of monsters, a Silver Fenrir.

Takumi couldn’t help but think that this world was all a dream. But after speaking with Claire and witnessing Leo’s strength, he finally realizes that this was another world that he had come to.

They are invited to Claire’s great mansion, and Takumi eventually lives there.

The young man Takumi and the dog Leo who were somehow transferred to this world.

As the powerful Silver Fenrir, Leo will protect Takumi.

While Takumi discovers that he has a gift, it is an ability called Weed Cultivation.

…Could such an ability be useful?

Takumi was tired from so much work, but he uses his ability to live with Leo and Lady Claire. This is his story.

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.

“What’s it like to be sought as a billionaire businesswoman’s long-lost son?”Thirty years ago, the billionaire businesswoman Song Yazhi accidentally lost her child.Thirty years later, Qin Yuan returns to the country in a low-key manner.No one knows – At this moment, he already controls trillions in wealth, hailed as a mysterious financial tycoon, dominating the business world!And on the very day of the reunion— The investment fund under Qin Yuan’s name is secretly plotting to acquire the hundreds billion-yuan company his mother built from scratch!It’s helpless.Qin Yuan had to come clean.“Mom, people out there say I’m lucky, a reincarnation genius. But I’m not bragging — your son really doesn’t take your fortune in eyes!”Qin Yuan declared domineeringly!Then, with this casual move, he helped save his mother’s home appliance company from bankruptcy!The latest China Rich List was announced!Qin Yuan— rose to the top, becoming the richest man in China!His mother, Song Yazhi—ranked second!

The Empire's forces retreated in desperation—trampled by faceless horrors bringing darkness and death to these once beautiful lands.Only the most courageous stood in defiance, forming a last defence to buy the people time to flee—fighting until the final embers of hope burned out.A man stands with a silver sword, like a beacon of hope to those around him. He roared with all his might drawing his blade against the overwhelming enemy!“You face Lancelot, Sword of the Empire! ”These horrors tested the Lord's grit and loyalty in the final moments.“Should my blade break, I will use my body!”The knights had fallen, broken swords for their tombstones, and lords fled, betraying the Empire to survive.“If my body breaks, I'll use my Soul!”Lancelot, the sword of the Empire, fought alone.All hope seemed lost.“And if my Soul fails...”What could a single man and his army do?He fights against the dark tide, blade in hand, heart on sleeve.“I will sell myself to the devil for revenge!”But he was too weak, too fragile.The last Lord of humanity stood against the enemy.Lancelot was a master of the sword, a mortal, neither a God nor a Saint.Miracles were beyond his reach.Now only a broken man impaled on his own destroyed throne.His blade shattered—now, like rose petals, it was scattered across the charred ground.Lancelot's soul was fated for the abyss as the light faded from his eyes.His last ounce of resistance used staring at the man who betrayed the Empire.Now with only the desire to kill, crush and seek revenge smouldering inside him.Now unwilling to die and desperate to fight once again.He desired to fight for the people who supported him.Lancelot refused to surrender, to fall like this.As quietly in the abyss, a voice whispered to him.It tried to entice the Lord, ignite his desire to win and fight again.“If given a second chance, to relive your life with a different choice... Would you Accept?”Blood gathered in his throat, forcing him to reply in his mind.A frail and broken voice'There is no reason to ask, of course!'“No matter the cost?”'Even if I were to lose everything...''If my people can live on. I would sacrifice everything I have!'“You will no longer be the same, a monster, twisted and vicious.”“Will you still accept?”The Lord's heart ached, taking great pride in his humanity.To lose that caused his mind to falter.Finally, out of power, unable to speak or reply with a trembling arm.Lancelot reached out.Towards the raspy voice.Towards the abyss.Towards a new future.[So you would accept after all...]'I must accept.''I must stand tall.''I must not break.''Because...''I am the Lord of humanity![Nay, you are the king of demons]