From the second floor, he watched intently, his gaze locked on the man below who was being mercilessly torn apart. First his left shoulder, then his right foot—the relentless zombies gnawed at his flesh, ripping him to shreds as he screamed in agony. The metallic scent of blood and his tortured cries acted like a beacon, drawing even more undead to join the gruesome feast.
Because of his regenerative abilities and immunity to the zombie virus, each time his limbs regrew or a wound healed, the ravenous horde would descend upon him again, consuming him over and over. His endless screams echoed through the room, a chilling symphony of pain.
And still, he watched without a flicker of emotion, his face a mask of detachment.
Reading this, I felt a deep sense of pity. How can someone's death be so unimaginably horrific?
"Attention passengers, we are approaching Station 4. Please watch your step as the doors will open in three minutes. Have a great day." The metro announcement jolted me out of my thoughts. I need to get ready—I'm already late. Today's supposed to be my first day as an intern doctor, and I'm sure I'll make a terrible first impression. But what can I do? I stayed up all night reading that awful novel. Why awful? Because the final villain shares my name—Adam. How could they tarnish such a pure name?
After all his evil deeds, the villain finally met his end.
Two years ago, he was the pinnacle of power in the world. No one dared to oppose him. As the only healer capable of curing those bitten by zombies, he was the last hope for anyone facing that dreadful fate. Everyone has someone they care about—a mother, father, spouse, child, sibling, friend, or even themselves. The thought of a cure was the only glimmer of hope in the bleak reality of survival, making the villain all the more arrogant and selfish.
He stopped healing ordinary people, demanding exorbitant amounts of jewels for his services. His greed made survival nearly impossible for many, yet people still lined up, desperate for a chance at life. After all, when faced with the possibility of losing everything, who wouldn't pay any price for hope?
The apocalypse began seven years ago, and he appeared three years later. With his long, lustrous hair and emerald-green eyes, he looked like an angel. At just eighteen, he possessed an ethereal beauty that captivated everyone in the safe zones—whether woman or man, everyone fell in love with him.
He was hailed as a fallen angel, descending from heaven to save humanity with his healing powers. But after a few months, people saw his true nature. This fallen angel hadn't descended from heaven without reason. Selfish, arrogant, and evil, he cared only for his own well-being. When he awakened his second power—immunity to the zombie virus—his arrogance only grew worse. Now, he could heal anyone bitten by a zombie, as long as they hadn't transformed yet. This newfound power made him even more insufferable.
But he was not the hero of the story—he was the villain.
The true hero was a general with the power of lightning. He lived peacefully with his parents and little sister. They were a happy family until the day the higher-ups decided to take the villain for experiments, hoping to find a cure for the catastrophe. They had no idea their actions would lead to the world's downfall.
They would soon unleash the true catastrophe—the real devil hiding beneath the surface. Driven by an insatiable thirst for revenge against humankind, he went berserk, vowing to destroy the world. All his previous evil deeds paled in comparison to the horrors he would inflict after this. What he had done before was only the beginning; the true nightmare was yet to come.
After months of experiments, the villain escaped, only to discover that the virus he had previously cured in patients hadn't vanished—it had accumulated within his own body. Enraged, he unleashed his power upon the safe zone, killing over four million people. Men, women, children—it was a massacre.
And he didn't stop there. Fueled by rage and hatred, he destroyed every safe zone he encountered, leaving a trail of devastation in his wake. No sanctuary was spared; he obliterated every last vestige of hope and safety, ensuring that no one could escape his wrath.
When our hero returned from his mission, he found only devastation: a city overrun by zombies. All his sacrifices to protect his family had been in vain. He was forced to do the unthinkable—to end their suffering with his own hands, separating their heads, and then unleashing his lightning to destroy every last zombie in the city.
Heartbroken and filled with rage, he and his comrades—along with everyone who lost someone special that day—swore to find and destroy the villain. Their mission was clear: to bring justice for the countless lives lost.
In the end, they managed to stop him, but victory came at a heavy price. Only the male lead survived. He stood amidst the ruins, the weight of countless sacrifices bearing down on him. He had achieved what he set out to do, but at the cost of everything and everyone he held dear.
As he watched the villain die in agony, he felt no satisfaction—only an overwhelming emptiness. He had already lost everything. This world, now broken and desolate, held no hope anymore.
It's not usually a genre I enjoy—action and horror aren't my style. But my friend wouldn't stop raving about this story and how I share the same name as some lawless character. Curiosity got the better of me, and now here I am, with red, sleep-deprived eyes because I couldn't put the book down once I started.
I stepped off the metro, quickly slipping my phone into my pocket to avoid any pickpockets. I still can't shake the villain's last moments from my mind—ugh, I've got goosebumps. Just then, I heard a notification sound from my phone.
I glanced at my phone again as another notification popped up. "Fourteen more chapters?! That wasn't the end?" I sighed. I'll try to finish them when I get to the hospital, but right now, I need to run.
As I hurried up the stairs, just as I was about to exit the underground metro, I felt like I walked through something. It was strange—everything seemed brighter outside.
Then, for a brief moment, my vision blurred, and I couldn't open my eyes. It felt like I was pushing through a thin barrier, like a web, and I knew something was off.
When I finally managed to open my eyes, I realized something was very wrong. It was eerily silent—no cars, no people. The city was completely different from the bustling place I knew. It felt like I'd been plunged into a world abandoned for years. Buildings were crumbling, roads were cracked, and overgrown greenery had overtaken everything.
"What's going on?".
Hello, survivors!
This is my new story. I know I should finish my other projects before starting a new one, but I just couldn't help myself—my mind is overflowing with different scenarios! I'll try to update as quickly as I can, but it will likely be in October since I'm currently busy with work. I promise I'll update regularly once I have a bit more time.
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Echoes of a Lost World
FantasyA simple story turned Adam's life upside down. Who would have thought that his curiosity about a character who shared his name would lead to his transmigration into that very character's world? And not just any world-an apocalyptic one, where danger...
