Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 439: Departure

Way, way, and very way before I was even born, my world was invaded. Actually, not just my world, my entire damn universe was overrun by another, led by a single race that called themselves the Eternals.And they were prepared. Very prepared. Every life we lost in the war against them was used by them. They didn’t just kill people, they captured their souls, forged them into Phantoms, and used the souls to twist beasts into Abominations. Our dead became their army.Three hundred years later, I was born. A guy with way too much energy. Sitting still? Impossible. Taking it slow? Not happening. I was always moving, always ready to burst into action. Then I awakened, and got a talent too.My Talent's Name Was Generator.Because of it I never ran out of energy. Ever. My muscles? Supercharged. My healing? Faster. My stamina? Please, I had no idea what being tired even felt like.So if the universe wanted to throw an endless war at me?Fine. I’d throw everything I had right back.I wasn’t born a hero. Never wanted to be one. But this war? It wasn’t just my universe’s fight anymore. It was mine. The Eternals made sure of that when they took my parents' souls.

In Japan of 1992, just after the economic bubble burst, society's public safety began to deteriorate. Xu Tianze finds himself transmigrated into the body of a detective named Aoyama Hidenobu, and the moment he opens his eyes, he discovers himself bound up tightly...Entering the new century, a prestigious magazine proclaimed that although Japan has lost a decade since the 90s, they gained a legendary figure like Aoyama Hidenobu.Regarding this, some Japanese nationals expressed: 'Damn it! We'd rather lose another 100 years than have this traitor to our country!'This book is also known as 'This Tokyo is Somewhat Hot.'PS: The protagonist is a rascal, acting with contempt, decisive in killing and fighting, purely for the thrill, not for the faint-hearted.

“Mr. Zhang, it is said that you often make zombies work overtime without pay, is that true?” Zhang Ye, enraged, snatched the microphone that was pushed to his mouth and said righteously: “Who said that?” “I’ll sue them for defamation!” “Someone’s defaming me, you know!” As he spoke, he turned and grabbed a zombie, “Did I force you?” The zombie, silent, just went “Ugh ahhhh—” Zhang Ye immediately said, “See! He said no!” The next morning, the headlines of the Sanjiang Apocalypse Morning Post read: Zhang’s Group Chairman, Zhang Ye, not only admitted to making zombies work overtime, but he also abused a zombie in front of reporters, truly a man without conscience! Our newspaper expresses strong disdain for such a person! This book is also called “Who Let You Bring Zombies into the Factory”

A half-orc with a hulking body filled with perfect muscles and a handsome face stands carrying a great axe over one shoulder.

His neon blue eyes watching the void, waiting for those that would threaten his world.

Huge creatures with monstrous figures, beasts of the abyss, here to kill the orc.

Their angered shrieks and pained screams filled the air.

The corpses of these monsters surround his body, forming his throne of dread.

His long tail smashed down, turning them into pulp while using his brutal axe with powerful chops, cleaving them into pieces.

“This world shall become ours; you cannot stop our legion! Orc!” a distorted and evil voice sounded.

“WATCH ME!” Shouted the orc, filled with confidence and pride.

In defiance, a purple mist shrouded him as he transformed into a monster himself, with long gryphon wings and sharp horns from his head—a hulking muscular body and legs filled with thick scales and black hooves.

Bang!

The orc stepped forward, his heart burning with passion and desire as he bellowed with a demonic and distorted voice.

“I am the Sovereign of Dread, foul Daemons. This is MY world! Return to your wasteland to rot, or DIE!”

He was a manticore, the only male manticore ever to exist.

He fights not for power.

Not for glory!

Alistair “Raven” Granbell fights only for his beloved women and because he LOVES to fight the strong and crush them under his axe Mor'vaal and prove he deserves his Dread Sovereign title.

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Only thanks to his dual cultivation technique, “The Twelves Gates of Bliss”, could he attain those heights.

Because in the distant past, he was merely an above-average half-orc, thanks to his cultivation technique and lucky encounter. He suddenly stepped on the path to becoming a powerful Chimaera after receiving a special reward in his first dungeon.

However, dual cultivation with monster girls could only improve his new reward. He could only advance so far with combat alone!

The planet Almos I entered a stage of development 400 years ago when strange monoliths appeared.

Unknown races and mystical beings emerged from inside, bringing the magical existence known as [Mana] and [Magic] with them.

Over countless years various races and humanity melded together after generations of war and chaos; now, you could find goblins serving as accountants and orcs working as policemen.

With the dawn of rapid progress, they created an occupation for those seeking to explore these monoliths.

[Adventurers]

Adventurers would delve deep into the mysterious monoliths, which were given new names to match the Adventurers.

They were called [Dungeons] due to their nature being identical to those found in the home worlds of the races that transferred to Almos I.

It was a mystical world of Magic and modern technology coming to life!

Alistair Granbell, a half-orc born to a beautiful orc mother and human father, led a dull but stable life, working as a salesman to support his beloved through college.

However, deep down, his heart always wanted more; he desired to become more.

The trigger was a stupid fight with his beloved girlfriend as he decided to throw away his old way of life and chose instead to pursue a life as an adventurer.

He would take the name Raven to honour his late mother and father, stepping on the road to becoming an unstoppable and feared existence for his enemies.

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