The Deathworlders Mga Nobela at Kwento

com/discord === RELEASE RATE === 🔹 new chapter every day at a random time === Summary === After Noah's death, what greeted him was an AI system calling itself Black, offering him a job working for the World and Soul Management Bureau. He has to travel to many different worlds, taking over an identity of some unfortunate soon-to-be-dead dude, and live out the remainder of his new life there however he wanted. Easy-peasy! ...Right? ...Ok, sure, there are a few small kinks here and there... like terrorist attacks, murder plots, zombie apocalypses, and the like... but one should always look at the bright side!

"We heard the call. We came. We fight." Erebus phases in beside him. Flickering between here and elsewhere. "We're broken. But we're yours. And we won't abandon family. Not again." Relief floods through me. "You came back." "We never really left." Zephyr's voices echo. "Just needed time. Needed to understand. Needed to accept what we are now." "What are you?" Luna asks gently. "Death walkers." Erebus flickers. "We exist between life and death. We can see both. Touch both. Fight in both. We're the perfect weapon against void. Because we're already halfway there."

“First and foremost, I have declared my death to SO members.” “Yes?” All of them were collectively shouted and some of them shot up. Death declaration. “Are you saying that you are ready to leave the Underworld?” Oswald shouted, nearly deaf everyone around. “To put it bluntly, yeah.” Deadpanned. Instinctively, this time, all eyes were hovering on the Hyenas. Unlike the rest of them and of course, Eagle; the four of them were full-fledged Underworld citizens. Their lives and death would be in the Underworld.

I didn't mean to say all those things out loud, but if I didn't get them out I was afraid they would consume me. “Yeah she is a piece of work, but that’s the least of our worries. We have a lot to accomplish in the next ten hours, and I’m hoping your fated mates up for it.” Just as she finishes Alpha Wilson, Alpha Keen, Beta Andrew, Westley, and Luna Lilly come barreling through the door. Each of them with a look of feral rage within their eyes thats telling me their ready to start a war.

Zaykee thanked him back. All of the creatures are effortlessly killing all the dead people and now, like biting and eating them. They also kill the government's soldiers, helping their allies, which is the Dark Organization and mysterious guild. In the area of their backups, both the enemies and allies, the enemies' screams are filling the place because of the creatures. Additionally, there are about 5, 000 people who also entered the old warehouse. These people are the humans that Von and Astrid secretly helped during their journey. And, they came from different countries.

There are various of people ahead us. But I am not quite sure if it would be alright for me to call them as people. To think that this would really happen… I didn't close my mind in it tho. But for me to see it in front of my eyes, I can't help but be slapped by the truth of how this world change completely. Not leaving any hint of it being back in the way it used to be. Charging at those undead, or should I call them zombies just like what we think of, Saypher did not show any hint of him surrendering. That is one of the thing that one can expect to the protagonists of this game.

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."

The infected weren’t the only threat anymore. That much had become clear over the past few weeks. It wasn’t just the shambling hordes of zombies that kept me awake at night, but the survivors—the desperate ones, the ones who had lost too much, the ones who saw others as nothing more than resources to take.

“I have bad news. First, our financial department just confirmed that we’d be forced to file for bankruptcy if nothing is done within forty-eight hours.” I sigh in defeat. I had left my father’s house in anger ten years ago and worked tirelessly to build a new life. I started a winery which had grown into a billion-dollar company until a few months ago when my company was accused of a food poisoning scandal. “The investors all want to pull out so we have no choice.” “But?” I ask. The broken glass in my hands pricks my finger and a drop of blood falls to the ground. “Your father is dead,” Theodore mumbles.

The reason for their sudden and extreme reactions to the event wasn’t too difficult to figure out. An Otherworlder was dead. Otherworlders were the Nation’s only chance at facing the Dragons, and losing even one was a significant blow. That realization was enough to make them waste valuable resources to keep the barrier up and running while encroaching on the liberty of the very champions they had previously sucked up to. Desperation was a dangerous thing—especially when mixed with fear. The United Human Alliance couldn't afford to lose any more of the remaining twenty-eight, so they were trying their hardest to do damage control.