Ileus: The Dark Prince - Chapter 181 - Vengeance

Humanity has conquered half the galaxy and the Age of Mechs reigns supreme!Ves Larkinson lacked the genetic aptitude to become a famed mech pilot. Fighting against his fate, he studied mech design in order to express his love for mechs as a builder instead of a soldier.When Ves graduated from college, he returned to a new but empty boutique. Left with a small, newly founded mech workshop that his father painstakingly built with a mountain of debt, Ves somehow needs to make ends meet with the bank breathing down his neck.In the midst of his despair, he found salvation from another legacy his father had left."Welcome to the Mech Designer System. Please design your new mech."--Join The Mech Touch's unofficial Discord server: https://discord.gg/APB5KCU

A blood moon hanging in the sky, the Demon Realm invades and transforms humans into zombies.Wen Yu finds himself reborn back to 2017, the beginning of the apocalypse.“Honey, what's wrong with you? Stop biting me! AH! AH—!”But this time, no longer a weak warrior, he becomes a Soul Master who can kill zombies by cooperating with Soul Beasts.“Combat Form: The Soul Beast undergoes Union with the Soul Master, greatly enhancing the Soul Master's combat ability.”“So, what heights could I reach in this world, and what role could I play?”“I'm really looking forward to it.”

Puppet was born.Puppet question.Puppet learns.Puppet develop.Puppet becomes itself.And puppet will be not stopped.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.