CH 01 : I am the zombie king at the end of the world

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With silver white hair Like a full moon on the night of its completion. Eyes deeper than the ocean, and porcelain skin paler than snow. The contrast in his tall body with a thin frame. Consistent muscles don't make him look like the savage Viking warriors lined up on Valhalla, And not as a scientist or poet as thin as a leaf in the wind, like A masterpiece induced by Aphrodite .

His eyes carry sadness and fragility, shrouded in pain and longing

longing to die

Life is a mirage of paradise and bliss, and it is nothing but a rose full of thorns

Life is a mirage of paradise and bliss, and it is nothing but a rose full of thorns

There is no escape for her but death

He remembers every memory as pieces of a broken bottle that he wants to be erased in the folds of the past. He does not remember his name, but is symbolized by zero 0007 human laboratory samples and a killing machine without a name, freedom, will, feelings, desire, memories.Nothing but pain.
He was tried as a guinea pig and assaulted for his heavenly beauty until his only desire and quest became death.

Now he is Allen Grace Malfoy, the second of the noble and noble Grace Malfoy family, and the first child of the first and legitimate wife.

hahahahaha funny Are the gods or the dwellers of Hell not satisfied with his torture, he died in misery to be reborn Like cannon fodder with the most tragic end in a zombie world in the only novel that he read in his childhood.

Withered roses of love
The thorns of revenge hover over the Hell on the Earth

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 19, 2021 ⏰

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