Stomping down on the reverse accelerator, the car began to move. Maverick didn’t bother avoiding the corpses strewn across the garage floor. Instead, the tires crushed them with a sickening crunch, leaving black blood, flesh, and brain fluid smeared across the ground. Unperturbed, the car rolled out of the garage and into the open.The loud roar of the engine immediately drew the attention of several zombies, but before they could reach him, the car had already sped off. The few zombies in his path were no match for the Mercedes’ frame as he plowed through them without hesitation. However, as Maverick reached the main road, the scene before him starkly contrasted with the memories in his mind.The once-smooth, stone-paved road was now unrecognizable. It was riddled with deep cracks and massive potholes, as though it had been struck by relentless earthquakes. The air around the road shimmered with intense heat, making it feel like the flames that once consumed the asphalt had only rece
Her foot caught on a jagged stone, and she went down hard, a scream escaping her lips as she hit the ground. The zombies descended on her like wolves on a lamb. Their bony fingers tore into her flesh as their jagged teeth sank into her body. Her screams of agony rang out, a chilling symphony of pain and despair.Through the chaos, her tear-streaked face turned toward Maverick. Her eyes, wide with terror and desperation, seemed to plead with him for help. But all she received was a cold, emotionless stare.Maverick had no time for guilt or sympathy. He was already occupied, cleaving another zombie’s head with a single powerful swing of his axe. As another lunged at him, he spun, delivering a brutal kick that sent the creature crashing into its companions. Without missing a beat, he grabbed the nearest one by the neck, slamming its head into the wall with enough force to crush its skull. Blood and chunks of bone splattered against the concrete.The girl’s screams began to fade, replaced
Max, meanwhile, was a bit taken aback and almost mistook Maverick for a zombie. But upon noticing the towel covering Maverick’s face and his calm expression, Max relaxed.“Max, why are you quiet? Is something wrong?” a voice called from behind the door he had just exited.“No problem here. I spotted a human and almost mistook him for a zombie,” Max replied, his voice calm and posture steady. “You guys stay put. Wait for me to clean up the zombies here, and we’ll head to the next floor.”Finally, he looked at Maverick, pointed at three zombies close to him, then at Maverick, and then gestured to the five zombies near himself.Maverick instantly understood his words—or rather, his signs. Max was asking him to take care of the three zombies near him while Max handled the five closer to himself.Seeing this, Maverick nodded calmly, which seemed to relieve Max.Without hesitation, Max pulled out a long sword from his waist, dashed toward the first zombie, and swung it at its neck, slicing
"Interesting," Maverick muttered. While he didn’t fully grasp all the scientific jargon the man had used, the basic concept intrigued him. It hadn’t even been a day since the apocalypse began, yet humans in this world had already managed to devise a ranking system for the zombies' power levels!This development felt suspicious, almost as if it had been premeditated by someone behind the scenes.Turning his attention back to the handsome man in front of him, Maverick asked, “What does this have to do with me not going outside?”Max’s expression turned grim as he replied, “Someone spotted a Gamma-3 zombie outside.”Hearing this, Maverick’s expression hardened. “Gamma-3? How strong is it?”“That…” Max hesitated, his face twisted in a mix of unease and contemplation, before finally speaking. “I think it could take down ten of me at once.”Maverick's eyes narrowed, his tone skeptical. “That’s impossible, and you know it. It takes us several kills just to level up, thanks to the biolens tra
Edited By: Bruce Williams Chapter 1"Bow your head, Demon Prince Mo Fan!" Bruce Chen declared coldly, his dark eyes piercing through Mo Fan with an unyielding gaze. "Do you acknowledge the magnitude of your transgressions? Your sins are as boundless as the oceans themselves."Before him stood Mo Fan, clad in imposing white armor that seemed beastly in design. His disheveled, cloudy white hair cascaded down to his shoulders, framing a figure shrouded in an aura of mystery. The armor, adorned with intricate mechanisms, emitted a symphony of clicking gears and intermittent bursts of steam and electricity, casting a glow around his hovering form.Mo Fan's eyes, a mesmerizing blend of hazel, pink, yellow, and other hues, met Bruce Chen's defiant stare with calm indifference. His gaze swept across the surroundings, where over a hundred men and women had gathered to confront him. A subtle smirk played on his lips as he clicked his tongue in disdain."Tsk..." Demon Prince Mo Fan's nonchalant
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 3Thunder roared above them as the sky darkened, interrupted only by the occasional boom of lightning; all other sounds seemed muted. Minutes passed, filled with screams as bodies rained down, wounds exchanged, and lives lost. True to his name as the Demon Prince, Mo Fan killed without mercy—men and women who had come to end him met their own demise instead.Finally, after what felt like ages, only two figures remained standing in the sky. One, his mech armor destroyed by the repeated blows of a brute-force Cultivator, was left with one eye bloody and ruined, blood trickling down his cheek, his left arm half-severed, and his breath labored. The other had only minor injuries and a cold, calm expression.The first was Mo Fan, his eyes darkening as thunder rumbled above; the second, Bruce Chen.“Finally, it’s just you and me now, Bruce,” Mo Fan said, gripping his sword tightly. His barely functional hand held the Ball of Greed. “My mother treated you an
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