Weapon System in Zombie Apocalypse - Chapter 17: Extermination

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.

A half-orc with a hulking body filled with perfect muscles and a handsome face stands carrying a great axe over one shoulder.

His neon blue eyes watching the void, waiting for those that would threaten his world.

Huge creatures with monstrous figures, beasts of the abyss, here to kill the orc.

Their angered shrieks and pained screams filled the air.

The corpses of these monsters surround his body, forming his throne of dread.

His long tail smashed down, turning them into pulp while using his brutal axe with powerful chops, cleaving them into pieces.

“This world shall become ours; you cannot stop our legion! Orc!” a distorted and evil voice sounded.

“WATCH ME!” Shouted the orc, filled with confidence and pride.

In defiance, a purple mist shrouded him as he transformed into a monster himself, with long gryphon wings and sharp horns from his head—a hulking muscular body and legs filled with thick scales and black hooves.

Bang!

The orc stepped forward, his heart burning with passion and desire as he bellowed with a demonic and distorted voice.

“I am the Sovereign of Dread, foul Daemons. This is MY world! Return to your wasteland to rot, or DIE!”

He was a manticore, the only male manticore ever to exist.

He fights not for power.

Not for glory!

Alistair “Raven” Granbell fights only for his beloved women and because he LOVES to fight the strong and crush them under his axe Mor'vaal and prove he deserves his Dread Sovereign title.

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Only thanks to his dual cultivation technique, “The Twelves Gates of Bliss”, could he attain those heights.

Because in the distant past, he was merely an above-average half-orc, thanks to his cultivation technique and lucky encounter. He suddenly stepped on the path to becoming a powerful Chimaera after receiving a special reward in his first dungeon.

However, dual cultivation with monster girls could only improve his new reward. He could only advance so far with combat alone!

The planet Almos I entered a stage of development 400 years ago when strange monoliths appeared.

Unknown races and mystical beings emerged from inside, bringing the magical existence known as [Mana] and [Magic] with them.

Over countless years various races and humanity melded together after generations of war and chaos; now, you could find goblins serving as accountants and orcs working as policemen.

With the dawn of rapid progress, they created an occupation for those seeking to explore these monoliths.

[Adventurers]

Adventurers would delve deep into the mysterious monoliths, which were given new names to match the Adventurers.

They were called [Dungeons] due to their nature being identical to those found in the home worlds of the races that transferred to Almos I.

It was a mystical world of Magic and modern technology coming to life!

Alistair Granbell, a half-orc born to a beautiful orc mother and human father, led a dull but stable life, working as a salesman to support his beloved through college.

However, deep down, his heart always wanted more; he desired to become more.

The trigger was a stupid fight with his beloved girlfriend as he decided to throw away his old way of life and chose instead to pursue a life as an adventurer.

He would take the name Raven to honour his late mother and father, stepping on the road to becoming an unstoppable and feared existence for his enemies.

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