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Pause System: Harem In The Apocalypse

Patreon If you wish to support me: patreon.com/user?u=106318030 ---- Year 2022, December the 1st. This was the day it all began. Labyrinths had started forming all around the world, hundreds and thousands of people lost their lives as casualties. Mutations followed after, occurring amongst the people, they began awakening super powers, the same for animals. However these mutations brought along a virus. It quickly spread amongst the dead as they began to rise. Humanity had begun its fall. Gray who had given up all hopes of living life, was granted a system with a special ability. On the very same day, of the outbreak, he was consumed by a labyrinth. By the time he had gotten out, a week had passed. It was hell all around. A virus had broken out from the mutations, the dead were walking and spreading this virus. However this was only the beginning. Over time the mutations began to evolve and people learnt that the through the cultivation of their powers, they could improve their abilities. —————————— If you had the power to pause anything, and I mean anything, what would you do? Even more if it was in the apocalypse? -------------------------- I do not own the cover, all credits go to their rightful owner.

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Chapter 129: The True Power Of The Mark.

Gray leapt from the platform, slashing and thrusting his blade countless times before landing. 

A druid wolf's head was impaled by the edge of his blade upon landing.

[You have slain a Druid wolf]

'Mute all notifications.'

[Muted.]

He pulled the sword from the ground in an instant, and unleashed unforeseeable strikes at the wolves as they drew nearer. 

Their bodies were slashed to pieces. 

Gray paused the resorption of their organs before they were reabsorbed back into the ground. 

Using them as stepping stones, he leapt around, from spot to spot, killing more and more of the druid wolves. 

The mark felt amazing, as if time were slowing down. 

His sword was cutting through like butter. 

He kept swinging and swinging, slashing at slashing at every wooden thing he could see. 

Before he had even realised it, he had cleared all of the druid wolves in his area.