"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
Edited By: Bruce Williams Chapter 5"This isn’t right," Mo Fan thought, his mind racing.In the memories of this body’s previous owner, the woman now chewing on her colleagues had been rational, composed, and ordinary. Yet now, she was a grotesque shadow of her former self—eyes clouded, irises lost in a milky white void, and blood smeared across her mouth and chin. Flesh dangled from her teeth like ragged threads, her expression vacant and feral, stripped of any humanity.A flicker of recollection from both his own world and the memories he’d inherited bubbled to the surface.“A zombie?” he muttered with faint curiosity. In the former owner's world, zombies were mere myths—fictional horrors on screen. But in his experience, they were all too real, though rarely seen in such a deranged state.The woman’s chewing ceased, her head jerking up sharply, her lifeless eyes zeroing in on him as if having sense a living being. Her body snapped to attention like a marionette yanked by invisible
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 7Maverick stood motionless, his gaze fixed on the hologram before him, processing the information displayed with a mixture of disbelief and fascination. It was as though he could grasp the meaning of the words before him and yet, a veil of incomprehension lingered over it all."Why does this remind me of the Ball of Greed?" he murmured, almost to himself.Memories flooded back, dark and vivid, of the ruthless path he’d walked to pursue that forbidden power. Driven by a singular ambition, he’d sacrificed countless lives to create it. The Ball of Greed—an artifact so potent that even the self-proclaimed righteous heroes had hidden behind moral facades, claiming they sought justice, when, in reality, they coveted its strength.According to the ancient, forbidden text where he’d uncovered its secrets, the Ball of Greed possessed only two abilities, but each was unparalleled in their world. The first was the power to absorb energy—whether life force or d