The Shelter Game: Me, Starting with a Tenfold Drop Rate - Chapter 452 - : The Arrival of the Apocalypse

Dove Sterling, an eighteen year old Heiress of one of the biggest Beauty companies in the country.She, one day, under an influence of a drug, given to her by a 'friend' by trick, she spends a night with a complete stranger, whom she doesn't even remember.But days later, why she tries to forget about it, and wants to move on with life, her life comes to a screeching half, when she finds out that she is pregnant!And if all this was any less of a problem, a bunch of people were always on her toes! Waiting for every opportunity to see her suffer.But Dove? she wouldn't ever let them have this luxury.Dante Lancaster, the owner of the world's largest security firm, and the heir of one of the richest families, finds himself head over heels with the unknown woman he had spent his first night with.She was almost itched into his mind. But a thunder broke above his head, when he finds out that, the girl was none other than the granddaughter of his saviour. Someone, he respected dearly.But that did not lessen his craze for her. He was obsessed. And then he learnt that she was pregnant with his child!And that was the moment, that he swore to make her his. But life happened, and things spiralled in such ways, that Dove went abroad, giving birth to her son there, while Dante kept fighting his demons, while keeping an eye on her.And after three years... Fate happened in such ways, that he had to protect her and he incharge of her and her son's safety.So will our Male Lead be able to use his chance and make the woman of his dreams all his, by heart and soul, while the little 'Mommy's protector' doesn't give him a break!His own son is being a trouble for him! Dante had a headache coming from his own blood

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

Three Souls lay in one body,

One soul belonging to a man who had reached the peak, the strongest there ever was, the one who had the talent to do so. Yet he suffered because of his talent. His soul shone as bright as a galaxy once, but now is but a sun. His talents made him the envy of all.

And He lost it all.

The Second soul belonged to a man soon to be the richest in the world.

A man who had his face charred, a man who seemingly had every odd placed against him from the very beginning.

He went against the family that abused him and triumphed over them. Yet he was left broken inside, He craved a release, and the first soul brought him that release.

And he became a psychopath that scared the manifestation of evil itself.

And the Third?

The child born from their souls was anything but ordinary. Cursed with a fate no one wanted. Cursed with the fact that the Universe wanted him dead.

He was born from Chaos And Ice and a fraction of light, Yet manipulated Space.

His abilities were so powerful they were harmful to his body.

His talent is as infinite as the boundless cosmos.

His enemies were greater than one could count.

His luck is worse than shit.

And Yet, he continued to fight. Despite whatever was thrown at him, he would brute force through it or outsmart it, befitting the other two above.

He continued to fight, not believing in the bullshit that was destiny.

I became a staff officer of an empire whose defeat was certain.The only way to escape from the empire with an 8-year mandatory service was through dishonorable discharge.But then…“You can be glad, Lieutenant. Thanks to your accurate instinct, our military could prevent damage in advance.”The more I struggled to be discharged, the higher my performance evaluation became.