Zombie Apocalypse - Chapter 1921 Heavenly Armament

Before her rebirth, Song Ran lived a lone and miserable life. Her innocence and naiveness cost her fortune. Her family assets was wasted by the stepmother, and her man stolen by her very best friend. After she was reborn, having the scales fallen from her eyes, Song Ran learned from her mistakes. The first thing she needed to do was ride on the coattail of her man with a promissing future, Mr. Gu.

A Betrayal of Fate--- Anos Voldigoad, a young man of noble spirit, faces a devastating turn of events. Betrayed by his own kind and the woman he loves, he’s thrust into a world of darkness and despair. His world shattered, his parents murdered, and his beloved forced into the arms of his sworn enemy, Anos questions the cruel hand of fate. As he succumbs to his mortal wounds, a final, haunting image lingers: the smug grin of his tormentor, taunting him with promises of his lover’s destruction. In his dying breath, Anos wonders: Why has God forsaken him? Is it because of his weakness, his goodness? As the darkness claims him, a seed of vengeance is planted, a promise to rise from the ashes and exact his revenge, no matter the cost.

“I’m going to adopt a child.”Duke Ferio Voreoti’s impulsive decision shocked everyone in the mansion.Not only did he make her his daughter, but he also gave her the name of a ‘beast’ that only direct members of the bloodline could receive.“Even as you breathe right now, I’m earning money.”“It’s confidence, not arrogance.”“My face really does have its advantages.”The most arrogant father in the whole world, and“I love muscles the most. Let’s get muscular.”“Show me your thigh muscles! Your bu*t would be even better!”“You’re nothing but a flower if you have a calm personality…”his corrupted(?) daughter.And…“I will give his excellency the information he wants most.”“Information I want most, you say…”“You won’t regret it.”…A stepmother(?) with a strange secret as well.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.