Imperfect Desires - Chapter 957 - Cat Slippers

Lu Zhiguang is not a cannon fodder himself, but his mission is to save the miserable cannon fodder.

“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”

The world dare to ask, what is God of War?

“It is with the flesh dominates the world, fists burst into the starry sky, palms crack the sky, destroy all the way, push the eight wastes and Liuhe horizontally!”

“It is with a brave heart, passing by the bustling, swallowing loneliness, fearless and invincible, eternal immobility alone!”

For both, for… God of War!

This is a young man with a mysterious life experience. In order to obsessively in his heart, he crossed the heavens and the world, traveled all over the world, with a pair of bare-handed stories that tear thousands of legends… The rise of the God of War, all the way!

- Description from MTL

“Obtaining the topmost degree of talent in sword arts in the world requires giving up 72 years of lifespan, which leaves you with only five more years of your life. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, and friendship, and you’ll end up leading a lonely life until your death, unable to procreate, or to have any descendants.

“From now onwards, everything related to happiness in the human world shall no longer be of your concern. Are you willing to accept this?”

“Hahahaha, I’m already alone bereft of all support, my hopes dashed to pieces, shouldering only absolutely irreconcilable grudge and hatred, why would I disagree? Why would I not want it? I couldn’t ask for anything better!!”

His sword sweeps across the Divine Continent for seven days and nights, moving 90,000 miles through the starry skies, unhindered.

He slays saints and buddhas in Heaven, slaughters demons and devils in Hell, sweeping away all the grievances in his heart.