Demon's Virtue - Chapter 786 Potion Brewing (2)

Doomsday crisis, zombies are attacking, the situation is critical.Don't let our enemies change from zombies coming at us to humans we protect behind us.“Brother, what would you do if I turned into an irredeemable zombie?”“…kill you.”“Then do you know what I would do if you turned into a zombie?”“Kill me.”“No,” he lifted her long hair, revealing her smooth neck.“You are crazy. I advise you to give up this irrational idea.”“Brother, this world has gone crazy.”

What the hell is this? What the hell happened here?

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family.But fate doesn't follow orders.Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything.A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness.She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist.But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed. She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing.They told her different names.A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.”Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.”A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.”Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?”The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul.Lara Norse Kromwel.Daughter of General Odin Norse.Empress of the First Empire.But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty.“This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!”

You—once a genius, who died young and reincarnated into a magical world.Yet your birthplace was nothing more than a ruined village at the world’s very edge.A village with not the faintest trace of magic or miracle.And of course—you were no different.But you did not give up.With all your strength, with every scrap of knowledge from your past life, you raised that village to new heights.And so, forty years passed.You became the leader, revered and trusted by all.Just as you were ready to accept a plain, ordinary life—suddenly:[Ding! Host’s support in the village has reached 100%. Supreme Creator System activated.][System binding initiated…][System binding delayed by 40 years. Calculating compensation rewards…][Compensation issued: 99999…9999 System Points. System Store now active.]Finally—forty years! Do you have any idea how I endured these forty years?!System!Redeem: 999,999 Levels!Redeem: Calamity Puppet Army!Redeem: Supreme Universe Core!Redeem: Throne of Annihilation!Redeem: Directive of Causality Erasure!…Ten thousand centuries later.On the battlefield of the multiverse.The allied fleets of dozens of high civilizations tore open a cosmic barrier.“What universe is this? Why has it not yet submitted to our Federation?”Before the words were finished, the starry sea beyond flared into blinding brilliance.Billions of rivers of time reversed their flow before their eyes, and the laws of the entire multiverse began to hum in unison.An invisible pressure descended, forcing every being to the ground, unable to lift their heads.Then came a calm, middle-aged voice:“Welcome… to my universe.”