MTL - Rich Devil - Chapter 398 , you are hot

If someone told Shen Jin before that zombies can wipe out human beings,

Shen Jin would definitely scoff: “Give me an artillery company and I can clean up a city!”

However, when the zombie virus came without warning, the hot weapon most relied on by human beings could not be fired for some reason.

The real horror comes…  

It’s getting dark, the internet is going to be cut off

Shen Jin hid in the basement, shivering, and the fingers on the keyboard were no longer fast.

Sudden! A light flashed!

“Huh? My World Support System… System!?”

“Ah this!”

So Shen Jin believed that as long as I didn’t go out, I was the perfect undefeated God of War.

Start your own doomsday fat house life

“The first step… just smash it a hundred trees!”

[Serious non-driving group: 869543467, welcome sand sculpture (crossed out) cute book friends to add group chat to urge more]

- Description from novelbuddy

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

What is a story without a reader?Nothing.Stories are for the readers to define.What about a story with four readers?It is a lot for the story, but for the author the story is far from being satisfactory.So when the author closes the story beloved to only four readers.How do they deal with it?How do they deal with the end?What happens when the author swallows the key to the story’s life.Especially when it simply became beyond human terms.

Traversing to a parallel World, Shinji Kamihara discovers a mysterious notebook called the 'Chronicles Of Urban Legends'.By writing urban legends in its pages, he can bring them to life in the real world. In this Japan, many of the urban legends from his previous life are absent—Hanako-san of the Restroom, Hell Girl, Sadako’s videotape, the Eight-Foot Woman, Mary’s phone call, the Seiryūji Tunnel, the Gaze from the Cracks, Tengu Elementary…“Let me unleash a pandemonium of Monsters and Ghosts upon this World!”