The Anarchic Consort - Chapter 43: Apologize With Palms And Mouths

“Better to have and not need than to need and not have.”

Sky Ishiyama is a nerd with Photographic Memory who after the bumps and turns in his life, turned to be a Doomsday Prepper.

The story takes place in our world where our MC was diving through the Dark Web just for fun and discovered something that could only be found in books, movies, novels, manga, anime, or games.

Zombies, Walkers, Freaks, Infected, Biters, or whatever you may call them.

They're fucking real.

Ever wondered what you could do in a zombie apocalypse where you actually know what you're doing? Actually surviving properly while preventing stupid deaths? Doing what is right and necessary? Or better yet, actually doing what you shout in the monitor when you're watching a film?

Our MC is coupled with the knowledge of not just fighting z's but actually surviving by securing his home, finding allies, scavenging for supplies, building a community and so much more.

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[System Activation Complete][Welcome, Host, to your new world.][You died, and your soul has been transported into a new world.][Mission Assigned: Build the Greatest Empire in This World]After a fatal accident, Aric awakens in a strange new world, now in the body of a seventeen-year-old half-elf with nothing but a shattered past. Abandoned by both humans and elves, he’s forced to survive alone in a dangerous forest. With no one to trust and nothing to his name.He awakens a mysterious system that gives him the mission to create the greatest empire. Aric takes up this task in other to survive, trying to make the greatest empire from scratch in this new world. Will he make it to the end other will this world swallow him.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”

In this life, I will live for you.