Zombie Apocalypse: Reborn With A Farming Space - Chapter 611: Unexpected Materials ( 1 )

When Logan and his classmates are suddenly transported to a world teetering on the brink of destruction, they find themselves thrust into a desperate battle against a relentless demon invasion. In this new realm of magic and peril, each student discovers unique powers to aid humanity's fight for survival. However, Logan's ability to tame creatures is deemed the weakest among his peers, earning him scorn and ridicule.Despite the doubts of those around him, Logan's determination never wavers. As he bonds with mystical beasts and uncovers their hidden strengths, he begins to realize that his power might be the key to turning the tide of war. With every creature he tames, Logan grows stronger, proving that true strength lies not in raw power but in the heart and courage to stand against overwhelming odds.Logan's journey is not just about battling demons; it's also a personal struggle against his own loner personality. Having always been an outsider, Logan must learn to trust and connect with others, both human and beast. His solitary nature is challenged as he forms unlikely friendships and alliances, discovering that unity and cooperation are essential in the fight for survival.

PLEASE ALSO READ THE SEQUEL MY EVIL CROWN PRINCE[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]Margaret Miller is the only daughter of Benjamin and Catherine Miller. Not known to everyone, she's actually a Princess, her mother is the daughter of the King of Flousia, a small country north east of Japan.Although her father was rich, the king was against the marriage of her parents and stripped off her mother's title. Her mom died giving birth to her. She was left alone in their mansion because her father can't stay with her as she looked exactly like her deceased mother.She grew up rebellious and dominant to get the attention of her father. She was known in Golden Oak High School as a flirt, a slut and a whore because she changed boyfriend every week.Today is the last day of the week and she need to dump her latest boy toy, Jayden. She met him at her friend's house a week ago. She became interested because he was disguised as a girl.“Hey Jayden, we're over.” I said. I thought he was just like the other boys I've dated. I'll play with them for a week then we're done.I looked at Jayden and he smirked. Then he suddenly grabbed my arm and pushed me down on the bed. He was now on top of me.“We're over? Do you think you can just bugged me for a week then leave? No! That's not how I play.” His eyes became dark. It was the first time I saw him as a man.I felt his knee between my thighs, he was holding my arms on top of my head. I can't move. He moved his face closer and started to kiss me. I froze. He frowned and stopped when he saw me crying.“Is this your first kiss?” He asked. I felt a tear dropped from my eyes. I was scared. I thought I'm going to be raped. To my surprise, he stood up and stared at me.“If that's your first kiss, then you're still a virgin?” I sat on the bed and started sobbing.“So what if I'm a virgin? That's the reason I changed boyfriend every week so they won't be able to touch me.” It's true. I was never a slut or a whore. I dumped every guy I dated after a week so they wouldn't have a chance to take advantage of me.“Stop crying. I won't rape you for god's sake. If that's what you think! But you're not going to dump me. I won't allow that.” He said annoyed.“Why? You can get a real girlfriend in campus. You don't need to stay with me.” From his face, he can easily get a girl. I heard he's popular with the girls in the bronze class.“Because I'm going to take all your first time. Your body is mine, I won't let any other man touch you.”

I couldn’t even clear the 2D version, now to clear the game in reality?Maybe I’ll have to live here for the rest of my life.Well, even that won’t be easy.– A player found himself in the game, Dungeon and Stone, as a savage barbarian.To keep his secret, he must become the mask – must make himself be seen as more savage, more fearless than any others – a paragon of his race in the eyes of the whole world.Back on earth, in the empty darkened room, the quiet computer again began to whir. Text began to appear on the black screen.「Synchronization complete. 」

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.