zombies origins song

“If mercy and kindness can't save the world… then this time, I choose violence.” — Ethan Cole Huff… What the hell— …Did I seriously just— get reborn? Fifteen days before it starts? Before everything falls apart… and turns into that game. A voice cuts in— [Ding! Congratulations. You’ve been granted a one-time rebirth opportunity.] [Bonus reward: Spatial Storage Ring.] Ethan goes still. A cheat ability… and a storage ring? …You’ve got to be kidding me. Then— [Please choose: Join the humans… or the zombies?] He stares at it. If he picks human— Yeah. He knows exactly how that plays out. Scraping for supplies. Fighting over scraps. Watching people turn on each other. Dying like everyone else. … He exhales slowly. Then lets out a low, humorless laugh. “Yeah.” “I’ve done that already.” A pause. His gaze hardens. “Let’s try something else.” “Zombies.” For a split second— the system… hesitates. Then— [Warning… selection deviates from expected path.] Silence. And then— [God: …That’s a terrible idea.] A beat. [God: …Go on, then.]

Si la misericordia y la bondad no pueden salvar al mundo, entonces esta vez, elijo la violencia. Renací en la muerte, como el pecado bajo el sol ardiente.——Ethan Cole ¿Huff... Qué está pasando? ¡¿Hay una azafata con copa D durmiendo junto a mí!? ¡¿Realmente he renacido!? ¡¿De vuelta a quince días antes de que comience el juego del apocalipsis zombi!? [¡Ding! ¡Felicidades, afortunado! ¡Se te ha concedido una oportunidad única de renacer, junto con un anillo de almacenamiento espacial!] [¡Ding! Por favor elige: ¿Unirte a los humanos o a los zombies?] ¡¿Una habilidad de trampa y un anillo de almacenamiento!? Si elijo ser humano, puedo acumular suministros, pasar el rato con diferentes mujeres en un refugio... ¿No es este el comienzo perfecto para un héroe post-apocalíptico? "Así que esta vez, elijo... ¡zombies!" Dios: "¡¡¡Idiota!!! ¡Si lo hubiera sabido, habría dado esta oportunidad de renacer a otra persona!"

Wenn Gnade und Freundlichkeit die Welt nicht retten können, dann wähle ich diesmal Gewalt. Ich wurde im Tod wiedergeboren, wie die Sünde unter der brennenden Sonne.——Ethan Cole Huff... Was ist los? Eine Flugbegleiterin mit D-Körbchen schläft neben mir!? Wurde ich wirklich wiedergeboren!? Zurück zu fünfzehn Tage bevor das Apokalypse-Spiel beginnt!? [Ding! Glückwunsch, Glückspilz! Dir wurde eine einmalige Chance gewährt, wiedergeboren zu werden, zusammen mit einem räumlichen Speicherring!] [Ding! Bitte wähle: Schließe dich den Menschen oder den Zombies an?] Eine Cheat-Fähigkeit und ein Speicherring!? Wenn ich mich für die Menschen entscheide, kann ich Vorräte anlegen, mit verschiedenen Frauen in einem sicheren Haus abhängen... Ist das nicht der perfekte Start für einen postapokalyptischen Helden? "Also diesmal wähle ich... Zombies!" Gott: "Idiot!!! Wenn ich das gewusst hätte, hätte ich diese Wiedergeburtschance jemand anderem gegeben!"

Si la miséricorde et la gentillesse ne peuvent pas sauver le monde, alors cette fois, je choisis la violence. Je suis né à nouveau dans la mort, comme le péché sous le soleil brûlant.——Ethan Cole Huff... Que se passe-t-il ? Il y a une hôtesse de l'air avec un bonnet D qui dort à côté de moi !? Suis-je vraiment né à nouveau !? Quinze jours avant le début du jeu d'apocalypse zombie !? [Ding! Félicitations, chanceux ! On vous a accordé une chance unique de renaître, ainsi qu'un anneau de stockage spatial !] [Ding! Veuillez choisir : Rejoindre les humains ou les zombies ?] Une capacité de triche, et un anneau de stockage !? Si je choisis d'être humain, je peux stocker des provisions, traîner avec différentes femmes dans un abri... N'est-ce pas le début parfait pour un héros post-apocalyptique ? "Alors cette fois, je choisis... les zombies !" Dieu : "Idiot !!! Si j'avais su, j'aurais donné cette chance de renaissance à quelqu'un d'autre !"

Lu Chuan découvre qu'il devient un zombie après avoir transmigré dans ce monde apocalyptique. Juste quand il ne pouvait plus supporter la solitude et voulait en finir, Lu trouve inopinément une petite fille sur le point de mourir de faim. À partir de ce moment, il devient un baby-sitter zombie et n'est plus seul, mais il ne sait pas que la petite fille est en réalité une Impératrice réincarnée. "Ce zombie ne semblait pas avoir l'intention de me manger, mais m'a donné du lait en poudre, a changé mes couches..." "Attends, il semble qu'il m'élève comme sa fille !"

In the apocalypse, West bit the zombie. Unexpectedly, he mutated. Ordinary zombies began to fear him, and he could also absorb the power of other zombies. Others were seeking chances to survive in the apocalypse, but he strolled leisurely on the street and enjoyed the peace. In front of the evil inside the human heart, West and his zombies relished in punishing the wicked. The twin sisters had become his secret lovers. The elder one was still a little arrogant and needed to be tamed. The younger one was much more innocent, thinking she was everything to West. The squad that wanted to kill West was now destroyed by him, leaving three helpless women behind. West had no choice but to take them with him. While others were still struggling in fear, West had already held many women in his harem, possessing the mating right in the apocalypse with his zombie legion.

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

“Mr. Zhang, it is said that you often make zombies work overtime without pay, is that true?” Zhang Ye, enraged, snatched the microphone that was pushed to his mouth and said righteously: “Who said that?” “I'll sue them for defamation!” “Someone's defaming me, you know!” As he spoke, he turned and grabbed a zombie, “Did I force you?” The zombie, silent, just went “Ugh ahhhh—” Zhang Ye immediately said, “See! He said no!” The next morning, the headlines of the Sanjiang Apocalypse Morning Post read: Zhang's Group Chairman, Zhang Ye, not only admitted to making zombies work overtime, but he also abused a zombie in front of reporters, truly a man without conscience! Our newspaper expresses strong disdain for such a person! This book is also called “Who Let You Bring Zombies into the Factory”

Heavenly rain, once upon hundred years the human realm was gifted with a great shower of spiritual energy. All heavenly creatures and cultivators drench in it to increase their cultivation. Qu Wren, a hundred-year-old Oyster, was finally allowed to the surface with the other young oysters. With his shell wide open, he was waiting for the heavenly water to drip in. “Eh, why is it so coppery.... is my drop of heavenly rain so special?!” Qu wren happily swam back in. Two months later, holding his bloated stomach, he rushed to a healer clam. “You are pregnant with a little pearl,” the clam shouted in glee. “B—but... I was only drenched in heavenly rain,” Qu wren stuttered. “Oh, the heavens have blessed us. This is a holy blessing of one of the heavenly beasts. Such an auspicious event,” the clam happily jumped around spreading news of his pregnancy. “Then who is the father of my pearl?” And so the little oyster left his ocean in search for his baby daddy. P.s I dont own the cover art

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!