Weapon System in Zombie Apocalypse - Chapter 162: Phillip, You Got This

They were all characters doomed to die. Out of all the suffering they were destined for, I lightened their burden. Just a little. And then… I got caught for stealing. …But after all that effort, why did things only get worse?

I really want to become stronger!

Ding! Congratulations to the host for binding to the Myriad Realms Mission Upgrade System and starting the journey of becoming stronger.

What? You said S-level ninjutsu is rare.

Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Immortal Technique? Dayama Rasengan.

What? You say the admiral is very strong? Ding! Congratulations to the host for defeating Admiral Akainu. The Clear Sky Hammer is the strongest martial spirit! What, that thing can still kill people? I have Emperor Yan that can burn the sky! What, that thing can still burn people to death? System, I want to be the big boss. Ding, congratulations to the host for becoming the Digital Emperor. System, I want a Zanpakutō. Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the most powerful Ice Emperor Pill. “How do you practice? How do you practice so fast.” “Sorry, I am a genius.” My name is Xia Muyang, a person who thinks about wandering every day. I am not in the world, but there is a legend about me in the world.

Main characters: Natsume Yo, Wada Chiba,

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Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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“Why is this happening…?”

Mia Luna Tearmoon, Princess of the Tearmoon Empire, muttered to herself as she stood shackled on the execution platform.

The faces of the spectators surrounding her were, without exception, filled with indignation.

Before long, Mia was executed at the hands of the revolutionists, who were fed up with the heavy taxation.

But the next moment, she unexpectedly found herself lying on her bed.

It was eight years ago, when she was just a mere kid.

For a while, Mia even wondered if she was hallucinating. However, what appeared on her bedside table was a bloodstained diary that she had written herself.

That day, Mia’s screams could be heard echoing throughout the palace.

Mia was not a vicious person by nature. She was simply incapable of understanding the pain and hunger of others, and by the time she discovered it, it was already too late to do anything.

After she regressed back to her childhood, Mia struggled hard to trace back the events of the past with the help of her blood-stained diary and memories.

Was it to save the future of a declining empire?

Was it to save the soldiers who died in the civil war?

Was it to save the people from famine?

No, she had only one goal.

To avert her fate of facing the guillotine (execution)!