The Almighty Ring - Chapter 3000

When the zombie apocalypse hits, high schooler Mira teams up with her snarky best friend Elliot and the mysterious, crowbar-wielding Alex. Armed with nothing but a broom (yes, a broom), Mira leads the ragtag crew through a zombie-infested town. Soon, their biggest battles aren’t just against the undead—they're against hunger, exhaustion, and the question of why they're even fighting in the first place.Rom-Com Zombie Apocalypse is a wild, funny, and a bit existential tale of friendship, survival, and finding meaning in a world gone mad.

A Thousand Lifetimes, A Thousand Times A Cripple.Knox Falazar—as he’s now known—has always been a cripple. No matter how many reincarnations he experienced, that fact stood true.But in his 1314th Lifetime, something changed for Knox…*Ding!*[You have awakened with the Attribute Farming System! Are you prepared to do whatever it takes to escape your destiny!?]“Escape my destiny…?”[Time to acquire Attribute Orbs!]Join Knox Falazar on a blood-pumping journey as he maneuvers his way through a World of Cultivation! Battling demons, slaying monsters, playing with the hearts of Beauties, becoming the Villain—doing whatever it takes to obtain Attribute Orbs and alter his destined Fate as a despised Cripple!

“Stop following me!” Asher yelled, his patience running thin. He had let it slide for too long because she had done a lot for him. But now she was everywhere, suffocating him.“I’m only trying to protect you,” she responded.Asher sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I need some space, alright? I can take care of myself.”She didn’t budge, and just kept staring at him with that same obsessive look, like she had no intention of leaving.“Is it because you’re strong now? Are you going to leave me because I'm no use to you anymore?” Her voice had turned cold, sharp enough to cut through the silence.“Of course not, you know that’s not the reason…”“Then why do you want me to stop following you?”“I’m just going to the restroom, for God’s sake!” He massaged his temple, clearly at his wit’s end.“Oh, you should have said that earlier.” She giggled, the earlier tension melting away.“I did,” he sighed in defeat.

A replica of Marquis Kieran Vale, the son of the Marchioness of Vale, who she deemed a failure. That was all she was. No, she was now referred to as “he.” At least until she met Claude Del Ihar.