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Starving Chords

I Was Meant to Rule the Apocalypse

In this apocalyptic world, human society collapsed under the weight of an unforeseen catastrophe. Zombies roam unchecked, resources are scarce, and survival has become everyone's most urgent priority. In this chaotic new reality, the strong rule while the weak are prey. The protagonist, Tang Ze, is an enigmatic figure. Not only does he possess immense physical power, but his mind is as intricate and unpredictable as the world around him. Whether facing the relentless onslaught of zombies or navigating the treacherous politics of rival factions, Tang Ze exhibits remarkable intelligence and ruthless efficiency. He deals with provocations from enemies and betrayals by friends alike with swift, decisive action. Yet beneath his hardened exterior lies a sliver of warmth—especially when it comes to protecting his family and true companions. When challenged, Tang Ze drew a massive saber from his waist—a weapon known as a "horse-cutting blade"—and with a chilling smile, brought it down in one fluid motion. A grotesque, charred hand thudded to the ground, followed by the rest of the body splitting cleanly in half at the waist. Entrails spilled out onto the dirt, painting a gruesome scene. The crowd was stunned into silence by the sheer ferocity of the act. Such raw strength! To split a man in two with a single blow… "He’s no ordinary fighter," someone muttered. "No wonder he dares to travel with two beautiful women." With a flick of his wrist, Tang Ze shook the blood from the gleaming blade, leaving streaks across the ground. His voice was calm but carried an unmistakable edge: “Touch my supplies, and you cut off my lifeline. The punishment for that is death.” The onlookers exchanged uneasy glances before finally settling their attention on Dong Fei. “If we take care of this delivery guy,” one whispered, “maybe we can have a little fun with those two women. Better to die a satisfied man than starve like a dog.” Sun Ting exhaled softly, relieved. She had always known Tang Ze wasn’t one for unnecessary bravado; if he were, he would’ve taken her along long ago. Still, the sight of the mutilated corpse beside her made her stomach churn with disgust. But just as the tension seemed to ease, Tang Ze let out a cold laugh. “It seems some of you still don’t understand the situation,” he said, his eyes scanning the crowd. “Who wants to be next?” ... The novel’s plot twists and turns, weaving intense battle scenes, complex interpersonal relationships, and heart-stopping moments of suspense. It celebrates the brighter aspects of humanity while unflinchingly exposing its darkest desires. Through a series of gripping stories, readers are invited to witness how humans struggle to survive in the harshest conditions—and how they find hope even in the depths of despair. This is more than just a tale of survival in a post-apocalyptic world; it is a profound exploration of humanity, family, friendship, and love. If you enjoy thrilling plots, richly developed characters, and thought-provoking themes, step into the world of Tang Ze.
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I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him. One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence. That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker. Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death. But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway. All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that. Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there. But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money. Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way. Because, well—there was an afterlife. And it was absolutely not what I wished for. ——— ——— ——— Gib Money - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5
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