Edited By: Bruce Williams Chapter 2Seeing everyone’s faces consumed by greed, Mo Fan remained unfazed, he already knew those so called heroes were nothing but greedy humans. The only person he couldn't ignore was Bruce Chen—his stepbrother.Yes, Bruce Chen was his brother from a different mother.It all started three years ago. What was supposed to be a normal day for Mo Fan, after returning from a hunt, turned into a nightmare. The scene still haunted him: his stepbrother, Bruce, standing over his mother with a spear, impaled into her back and his father's headless body on the side.It was the most terrifying moment of his life, one that shattered him completely. When Bruce realized he'd been caught, he tried to chase down and kill Mo Fan. Mo Fan ran for an entire day, injured, heartbroken, and desperate. Even the so-called heroes tried to frame him, covering up for Bruce for reasons unknown to him. Exhausted and battered, Mo Fan finally collapsed into a deep crevice in the rocky g

Edited By: Bruce Williams Chapter 4 As soon as he spoke, something startling happened right before him—a translucent blue holographic image flickered to life, hovering in the air. It was an unfamiliar sight, enough to almost jolt even someone like him, the Demon Prince. But after a moment of tension, he realized it posed no immediate threat. Composing himself, he took a closer look at the strange display, reading the details. ••• Name: Maverick Slade Nickname: The Stormbringer Class: Special Operations Agent (Counter-Terrorism Expert) Attributes: - Strength: 18 (+4) - Agility: 20 (+5) - Endurance: 16 (+3) - Intelligence: 12 (+1) - Perception: 14 (+2) - Charisma: 10 (+0) - Vitality: 10 (+0) Skills: - Marksmanship: +5 - Tactical Combat: +4 - Surveillance: +3 - Hand-to-Hand Combat: +10 (Krav Maga) - Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape (SERE): +8 - CQB (Close Quarters Battle): +5 Abilities: - "Tactical Training" (Passive): +10% damage when in CQB situations

Edited By: Bruce Williams Chapter 6Finally steadying himself, Mo Fan let out a slow breath, his gaze shifting to the shattered windows of the skyscraper. As he looked down at the city, what he saw sharply contrasted with the memories he’d inherited. The bustling metropolis was no more; charred cars lay abandoned and destroyed along the roads, their metal twisted, with smoke and flames clawing at the sky from multiple points. Most buildings lay in ruins, their frames barely recognizable, and the air was thick with swirling, yellowish particles, stinging his eyes and burning his lungs. Breathing in this poisoned atmosphere felt like swallowing ash.Mo Fan’s eyes narrowed, a hint of wonder beneath his usually steely gaze. He hadn’t anticipated that these so-called nuclear bombs would ravage the city to such an extent. The destruction was absolute, a haunting picture of human ambition laid to waste. And now, the undead_ zombies had risen, turning this world of mortals into a hellscape,

Edited By: Bruce Williams Chapter 8Maverick's face was expressionless, his eyes cold with a look of indifferent as he squared off with the two male 'couples' zombies. Both were hunched, jaws slack, with trails of dark, thick drool dripping from their cracked lips. Their dried, exposed muscles twitched as they lunged at him, each move desperate to sink their jagged teeth into his flesh.Swoosh!In a smooth, practiced motion, Maverick sidestepped the first zombie’s attack. His body moved with a smooth transition, a knife flashing in each hand. Before the creature could react, he drove his left knife cleanly under its chin, the blade piercing through the roof of its mouth and into its brain. The zombie froze, its body momentarily suspended in his grip as blood and white brain matter seeped down the steel. With a quick jerk, he withdrew the knife and let the lifeless body crumple to the floor.The second zombie snarled, its hollow eyes wild as it lunged forward, clawing at him. Maveric

Maverick was taken aback. He had encountered reanimated corpses before, but never had he seen one rise so quickly. In his old world, the undead required time—a death steeped in months of lingering Yin energy or the result of a demonic ritual requiring the barter of a soul. Both processes took weeks, if not months. Yet here stood Tom—or Tommy, whatever his name was—barely two minutes since death had claimed him, already upright and unnervingly animated.The snap of Tom’s head jerked clumsily in Maverick’s direction, his murky white eyes locking onto him with unnatural intensity. What was more alarming was the hatred emanating from him. It wasn’t the mindless rage of a zombie but something more... personal. The grudge Tom bore from his life had intensified, surging into an almost palpable killing intent.Maverick’s lips twitched into a faint, wary smirk. "This world is full of surprises," he muttered, his voice low and unruffled.Tom made no reply—perhaps he couldn’t. Instead, his head