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Rise of the Paragon Villain

In a world of forgotten memories and lethal secrets, Anastasia Moreau fights for survival. Awakening in a sinister laboratory with no recollection of her past, she escapes, only to be taken under the wing of a notorious killer who molds her into an assassin. Her goal: ascend the ranks within the elusive assassin organization known as RACQI, all while unraveling the secrets of her own lost memories. But Anastasia carries a crippling burden—PTSD that renders her incapable of taking a life. Her flaw threatens to shatter her dream until a final chance arises: an assignment to eliminate Valerian Vincenzo Vanguardia, the prime minister's formidable son. A task laced with complications, for Valerian possesses otherworldly abilities and a personality that clashes with everything Anastasia stands for. When a series of gruesome murders entangles them with Ambrose Riese, the youngest scion of the powerful Spes Lawfirm, the trio forms an uneasy alliance to confront a rising tide of chaos. In their struggle against deadly foes, including bloodthirsty zombies and alien creatures, Ana and Valerian's animosity transforms into an unexpected connection, sparking a slow-burning attraction that defies the odds. As darkness threatens to consume them, they must navigate treacherous paths, facing inner demons and forging unlikely alliances. The lines blur between heroes and villains as they battle not only external threats but also the shadows within themselves. Ana's journey becomes a thrilling odyssey of redemption, truth, and justice, leading her to question whether she can triumph over her past or risk becoming something far more sinister. The fate of a fractured world hangs in the balance, and Ana's choices will determine whether she rises as a hero or succumbs to the darkness. Prepare for a saga where alliances shift, allegiances blur, and the past casts a haunting shadow on an uncertain future.

faye_ri · SF
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153 Chs

Chapter 110: The Zombie Hordes

Ambrose

The 5th Ward was as gloomy as Ambrose had remembered. The same sad people walking along the same sad streets.

He could see various people carrying signs saying, "Save the fifth ward"

Ambrose sas trash littered the sidewalks, accumulating in forgotten corners and alleyways. Flickering street lights cast feeble glows upon the despondent faces of the people who shuffled along the sidewalks like ghosts.

It was still early in the morning but the place was already gloomy, covered in smoke, pollution and a disgusting smell that Ambrose couldn't quite place.

Ambrose scrunched his nose in disgust. 'Would it hurt for this place to feel even a little bit more alive?' He thought to himself.

It looked like a terribly gloomy place and Ambrose could understand why crime would foster in a place like this one. 

Ambrose opened his map and showed the others.

"I think it would be better if–"