The Tyrant’s Beloved Doll - Chapter 22: Don’t Worry About Me, Just Worry About Yourself

Jaxon Hawk pretty much lives inside, loving his own space, when BAM! He gets this crazy thing called the Sniper System just as the world goes totally bonkers with zombies. But these aren't your grandma's zombies, shuffling around and moaning. Nope, these guys are like Olympic athletes, running, jumping, climbing, basically doing everything to get you. And get this, they keep getting stronger and tougher each time they change! Every time you meet one, it's a fight for your life.The human race is on its last legs. The good thing is, everyone knows they have to work together or they're totally done for. This isn't a story about fighting other people, it's about not becoming zombie food. Regular folks don't have a shot, and even soldiers are sweating bullets. This is a hardcore survival story, where Jaxon has to use his new skills and think smart to keep himself, his family, and his new friends safe.It's a wild ride of thrills, trying to stay alive, and finding people he actually cares about. Oh, and there are some girls, too, making things even more interesting. It's all about big feelings, scary moments, and doing whatever it takes when every second could be your last.

In a world where cruelty reigns and only the ruthless survive, Arthur—a boy born in the gutters of a city ruled by monsters—knows only one truth: power decides fate. Shackled by the past, driven by vengeance, and desperate to carve his own path, he plunges into a brutal struggle for dominance. But as blood stains his hands and the lines between man and beast blur, Arthur stumbles upon something far more dangerous than war—fragments of a life he was never meant to have. A name. A home. A reason to fight beyond survival.But is survival enough, or will he become the very thing he swore to destroy?

Junno is thrown into a fantasy world with starter equipment, a sword, and a bag of assorted coins. He decides to become an adventurer and earn money. Upon receiving his status plate, it appears that he has the divine blessing of many gods. Then he chances upon a s*ave.

Beatty, a weak squirrel shapeshifter who was born into a lion family. Because of that, I lived my life being ab*sed at my aunt’s house in the Capital. When I told my only friend and fiancé, the Second Prince, that I would leave to achieve my dream, ‘Ritter, you bastard…!’ I died on his fangs. I opened my eyes again to my childhood, the time before I got myself involved with the Second Prince. At times like this, what do you need? Speed. I immediately withdrew my body only and ran away to the territory of my biological father, the Lion Duke. Though I won’t be welcomed, if I possess this one great secret that will only be discovered in the future, I won’t get kicked ou— “Welcome, Young Miss!” “OMG! When did you grow up like this…?” “Young Miss is walking with those two cute feet!” … Huh? Why am I welcomed like this? No way, is that my statue?