The Valiant Farmgirl's Blackhearted Husband Wants a Hug - Chapter 11

5 years after the world changed, the final boss appeared.

In the midst of a mall parking lot turned battleground, Korig stands with a crowbar in his hands, blood-stained and bewildered.

Chaos reigns as the world crumbles into a nightmare of undead horrors.

Amid the panic, a digital screen materializes, thrusting Korig into a twisted game of survival.

“Main Objective: Survive the Zombie Apocalypse for an hour.”

“Bonus quest: Kill 100 zombies.”

The countdown begins, and Korig must navigate the terror around him, battling both the flesh-hungry undead and the enigmatic rules of a malevolent system.

As time slips away, Korig's past and present collide, revealing secrets that could be the key to his survival.

Will he conquer the unholy countdown, or become another victim in this relentless System Mania?

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When he woke up, Rono traveled to the world of pirates.

I thought I could live happily and peacefully.

But the appearance of Tianlong people broke this situation!

Rono, watching his parents being shot to death by Tianlong people!

Under extreme anger, Rono awakened the system and vowed to kill all the Tianlong people!

From then on, a [Extremely Evil One] who specialized in hunting Tianlong people was born!

Wherever Rono went, the Tianlong people shivered!

Admiral?

Two more and I will kill all of you rubbish!

Karp: The Evil One?

He is a monster created by the Tianlong people, and one day the Tianlong people will pay for it!

Roger: 【One Piece】?

Compared with [The Evil One], it’s nothing but a cloud!

Whitebeard: [The strongest man in the world]?

No, no, Rono is the strongest!

Rocks: In terms of killing Tianlong people, Rono is the first, I am second, everyone else is garbage!

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Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.