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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.

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The Missing 5 Ascendants

A month had elapsed since the encounter between Ophelia and the five Ascendants, leaving a palpable change in the air of Pyrohaven, the bustling city from which Lyra and her companions had come. Despite the city's vibrant life and activity, an undercurrent of unease lingered, unnoticed by many but deeply felt by a few.

High above the city's lively streets, atop its tallest building, stood Alfred, Pyrohaven's most formidable presence and its only Tier 4 Ascendant. He was a figure of immense power and respect, known for his strength and wisdom. There, Alfred stood by a large window, gazing out over the expansive skyline.

His tall, imposing figure was silhouetted against the backdrop of the city he protected. His posture was stiff, almost statuesque, as he looked out with a pensive gaze. The set of his shoulders and the slight furrow of his brow conveyed a deep sense of contemplation and concern.