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Zombolution: Unleash the Undying Power

In the wake of the apocalypse, betrayal doesn't just stab you in the back—it bites. Zorvax learned this the hard way. Abandoned by those he trusted, he didn't just become another number in the legion of the undead. No, his fate was far more peculiar. "I thought death was the end... I was wrong," Zorvax mutters, his voice a gravelly echo of his former self. He's a zombie, but with a twist—he's got his human mind intact. Trapped in a decaying body with an insatiable hunger, Zorvax finds himself in a gruesome predicament that's just the beginning of his ordeal. Enter the 'Zombolution System,' a mysterious power he awakens that's as cryptic as it is potent. "They wanted a monster? I'll show them the true meaning of terror," Zorvax boasts, with a smirk only a sentient zombie could muster. This dark gift is his ticket to ascend beyond a mere walking corpse, promising to unlock abilities that could crown him the emperor of the undead. As Zorvax hones his newfound skills, the line between man and monster blurs. Will his human intellect triumph, or will the beast within claim the throne? "This world has no place for the weak," he arrogantly declares, ready to challenge fate itself.

HaozDancer · Fantasy
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Hunting Grey Wolves

In a forest not far from the city, a group of Ascendants moved with purpose, their eyes fixed on their quarry. The dense canopy above barely filtered the sunlight, casting a dappled pattern on the ground. The air was thick with the scent of earth and the distant, musky odor of their prey.

They were on the hunt for grey wolves, formidable creatures classified as Tier 2 beasts. These wolves were not the simple animals of old; they were bigger, faster, and far more cunning, their eyes glowing with an eerie intelligence. The cores of these beasts were valuable, known to contain concentrated mana, making them a prized catch.

Leading the group of Tier 2 Ascendants was a Tier 3 Ascendant, a woman named Lyra. She was a figure of authority, her stance confident and her gaze sharp. Her dark hair was pulled back in a practical braid, and her cloak fluttered slightly in the breeze.