Apocalypse Descent: Farming With My Harem นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Chapter 38: The Boiling Abyss The groan of tearing metal echoed through the server farm, a sound so immense it vibrated deep within Dante’s marrow. Tartarus was no longer merely sinking; it was in a terrifying, uncontrolled freefall toward the Earth's mantle. The ambient temperature in the room spiked violently as the station drew closer to the exposed magma vent below, turning the knee-deep ocean water into a swirling, steaming cauldron. Dante leaned heavily against a tilted server rack, his body still trembling from the violent expulsion of Project Ouroboros. The cure Elara had synthesized was working, but his muscles felt as though they had been shredded and haphazardly stitched back toge

Once an Awakener loses control of their mind, their mythic genes consume them, turning them into a Fallen beast. "To prevent becoming Fallen," Arlo explains, his pale cheeks turning slightly pink, "an Awakener must keep their mind and body completely relaxed and satisfied." "Satisfied how?" I ask, genuinely curious. Arlo looks incredibly awkward, especially when faced with my innocent, doe-eyed expression. He looks away, coughing softly. "Drugs damage the body...so the most common method...is going to certain clubs or bars. Engaging in...intimate physical acts. If an Awakener suppresses their primal desires for too long, the built-up tension causes them to Fall."

“Shut up, Zyran!” I stared up at the ceiling, still half pinned under Dax, breathing too hard for someone who just fought a rock demon and got kissed into a spiritual crisis. “This,” I said weakly, “is the dumbest harem ever built.” Zaiden glared. “Harem?” Zyran looked wounded. “We prefer ‘devoted forces of destruction.’” Riven finally stood, walked over with the slow disappointment of a tired father, snapped his fingers and all three idiots froze in place, mid-argument, mid-growl, and mid-jealous rage.

I kicked back and relished the show as Christopher and Sally unwrapped their surprise. When they finally got home, the looks on Chloe's and Howard's faces were priceless. It was only in that moment that he realized I had known all along, but by then, it was tragically too late. The apocalypse had arrived. Hordes of haunts had descended upon us, turning the world into a living nightmare in the blink of an eye. Someone was walking down the street when, without warning, their head suddenly came off. Before long, the haunts had devoured both the head and the body of the unlucky soul.

Always us. THE END

Narrowing her eyes, she asked, "Zayla, he's the one who saved you? But I heard that after the first rescue team left Zone A, the zombies went into a frenzy. By the time the second team arrived, no one who had been left behind in Zone A had survived. How did you make it out?" I wasn't entirely sure what she was getting at. Shrugging, I said, "Does it matter? I'm alive. That's enough." "Of course it matters. The virus wasn't even in Zone A before, and then suddenly, right after you announced your engagement, the outbreak started? A little too convenient, don't you think?" She let the implication hang in the air before adding, "The apocalypse is beyond our control, but we can't rule out the pos

“I don’t any Nicolette, but your voice spoke to me while I slept all this time—if You give me the blood of valiant warriors, destruction and chaos, I will make you the most powerful man of all time.” She approaches the man covered only by a robe and looks him straight in the eye. “You can trust Apocalypse; my name means only one thing and that is what your heart craves.” Silver smiles in satisfaction and begins to laugh while his underlings still stare at the woman. “So be it, I’ve been waiting for nothing else for three millennia my dear Apocalypse, welcome to your realm of death—HAHAA!” Silver’s demonic smile echoed in the whole castle. Will the darkness swallow the light? Can fate ever ch

I lifted my head to see what happened to Apocalypse. To my surprise was there a big hole in the ceiling and lots of debris and rubble mixed with wooden beams. I got up and walked over to what was over of the ceiling. I heard some groans coming from under the debris. Apocalypse was barely alive and stuck under big stone pieces and wooden beams. “You have to do better and more than this to stop me, you pathetic woman.” She coughed and spitted a clot of blood.

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If she were to be reborn before the apocalypse, she would blow her brains out after killing her entire family. If she met a dashing hero, she would kill him in his sleep and eat his crystal to gain his powers. Which sane person will suffer the apocalypse all the way through ? once in her life is more than enough. She is amazed at the tenacity of these heroes Every time she read these novels. It must be said at this point, Yanlong is a hypocrite. She stole and learnt all lower level blueprints for the after apocalypse technology. Why can she steal? She’s a low level clerk, who is bound to the building she is in.