Apocalypse: The Dead Lives - Chapter 57: Beneath His Touch

Mark was your average company employee he had a decent job and a couple of good friends; life was as good as it could be well until he found himself transmigrated in the novel he used to read. This is a story of a man who is going to do everything in his power to change his fate and survive till the end to make sure the bad ending doesn't come to be.

WARN:

SLIGHT ROMANCE!! NO HAREM!! FAMILY GENRE!!

Filled with political intrigue, warfare, adventure, friendship, and betrayal.

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Synopsis:

I transmigrated into a novel that I read years ago as the second Prince of the Chrono Empire and was fated to be killed by my half-brother, the First Prince at the age of 12.

So, What's my role in this novel?

Am I the villain?

Am I an insignificant extra?

Am I the protagonist? Nah, definitely not.

But, why bother?

Following the novel's plot isn't my style and I won't let it dictates my life.

Regardless of my role, I am the main character of my own life.

When her heart stopped, fireworks lit up his wedding.Tiana Linden was coughing up blood as she pushed her daughter Daisy in front of Aiden Grant to entrust her to him,he was trying on a wedding ring for Vivian Linden.“Daddy...” Daisy was just about to speak and was pushed aside.Aiden Grant tore up the paternity test with a cold laugh: “The daughter of a scammer, does she really deserve to enter the Grant Family?”He didn’t know that Daisy was deaf in her left ear and couldn't stand the harsh yelling,nor did he know that the critical illness notice in Tiana Linden’s bag read — terminal lung cancer.When Daisy had a high fever of 40°C and begged him to save her mom,Aiden Grant told the bodyguard to throw her into the stormy rain: “Don't learn to play the sympathy card like your mom!”While Tiana Linden crawled to pick up the scattered painkillers, there was only one belief in her mind.“Daisy can't live without a mother. She has to survive.”As the wedding march played, Aiden Grant rushed into the hospital room as if he were mad.He desperately pressed the defibrillator: “Tiana Linden! Do you think pretending to be dead will absolve you of guilt!”As the monitor's alarm sounded, declaring Tiana Linden’s death, he panicked at that moment...Later, many saw the president of the Grant Company kneeling in a garden filled with eustoma, crying bitterly:“The eustoma I planted has bloomed...Tiana, I miss you so much...”

“….Krische-sama, are you not afraid of killing people?”

“……? No. After all, it doesn’t hurt Krische.”

Although gifted with the talent to do anything with ease, the girl lacked empathy.

In her world, there is only loss and profit. No goodwill, no love.

Inhumanly recognizing cold, mathematical logic as everything, she looks at everything in the world through calculating lens.

Return given profit with profit, loss with loss.

The girl was undoubtedly pure, yet undeniably abnormal—

Her favorite things are cooking, food, and being pampered.

Her specialty is mu*der.

—- This is the story of a slightly unhinged girl being surrounded by kind and loving people, and her journey to find happiness.