The World Is Ending And I Am Surrounded By Female Zombies - Chapter 426 - : 426

Liu Shimei, who died suddenly in an experimental lab in the previous lifetime, was forced to get engaged to the second prince. Her fiance was mentally handicapped, obedient yet clingy, and gentle yet fierce at the same time. He wanted her care and affection every single day! When her stepmother and stepsister plotted against her, he punished them! When her father didn’t show her affection, he criticized him!

Although she was a retired doctor and a teacher to many, none of her concoctions worked on her fiance! One day, she caught her fiance pouring her concoction into the drain. Only then did it hit her. “You were acting all along!” She exclaimed.

How far had he taken advantage of her by using his Oscar-winning acting skills? Now that she’d seen through his act, the smile on his handsome face froze. “Honey, let me explain!”

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Death is sometimes not the end!
Dead prison!
This is a magical prison. It has the ability to draw the souls of the dead people of the world, and it also enables people to gain the ability of the souls of the dead.
When Qin Song woke up, he was shocked to find that he had come to the world of One Piece, and even more surprised that he found a prison in his body…..

- Description from Uukanshu

Callius von Jervain.

A character who dies no matter what he does. A character who falls into a forced choice route where he can only die, no matter his choices up to that point. However, there is a single route where the character can live and play the game.

And I have to carve out that route somehow.

Because I’ve become Callius von Jervain in the game.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.