Infinite Bloodcore - Chapter 17: Someone Is Calling for Help

#######[The Cold and Deaf Beauty VS The Paranoid and Flippant Rogue]The First Time: He said the experience was too poor and boring. I don’t want to come back for a second time.The Second Time: He looked at her as if he wanted to swallow her whole.Natalie Kendall: Wasn’t it boring?Natalie Kendall knew Isaac Vaughn was not a good person, but she was still deceived by him in both body and heart.Isaac Vaughn thought this little deaf girl, Natalie Kendall, was really easy to fool. The love he casually spoke of, she believed it to be true.Finally, one day, Isaac Vaughn went too far.Natalie Kendall: “Shall we break up?”Isaac Vaughn: “Why don’t I just die.”Later, the event of Second Young Master Vaughn eloping with his own little uncle's fiancée became the biggest scandal in the circle.Isaac Vaughn always took advantage of Natalie Kendall’s inability to hear.At first, she couldn’t hear his lies, and later, she couldn’t hear his love.

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.

Thirty years ago,A meteor fell, revealing God's ruins!A God stepped out from it and started to feed on humans.From that day forth, humanity became the prey of the God,All except for me!Because I feed on God.

Civilization is destroyed and records lost. Only Dudian survives in a cryogenic sleep. Three hundred years later, Dudian wakes up and must become Dean to survive. Who can he trust in this world overrun by monsters without and within?