DOOMSDAY LEDGER
"Welcome to CosmoMart. We are technically closed, but for you, we’ll make a painful exception."
Elian just wanted a quiet shift, a meager paycheck, and some sleep. But the universe had other plans: dropping a Zombie Apocalypse right when he clocked in four minutes late.
Trapped inside a Jakarta convenience store with a micromanaging boss and a wise-cracking parking attendant, Elian accidentally triggers a mysterious System after a freak lightning accident. Now, he is a living generator, and his store is the only lit beacon in a city of darkness.
But surviving the end of the world is complicated when your teammates fear a Stock Audit more than the flesh-eating monsters outside.
Mr. Hendra (The Manager): "Don't kill the zombie in Aisle 3! You’ll get blood on the premium diapers! Think of the inventory value!"
Rico (The Parking Guy): "Boss, do I charge these zombies an hourly rate or a flat fee for parking their carcasses on the asphalt?"
*The System: [WARNING: Instant Noodle Stock Critical. Riot Probability: 99%.]
This isn't a story about a hero saving the world. This is the story of a night-shift clerk forced into "mandatory overtime" to slaughter monsters, manage logistics, and climb the corporate ladder from Intern Cashier to the CEO of the Apocalypse.
Read now before the stock runs out!
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Chapter: Chapter 193: The Submission of the Empress (End of book 2)The footsteps were not accompanied by the clanking of steel armor, nor did they shatter the air with crushing gravitational pressure. However, every time her bare toes touched the Astra Divina marble floor, which was flooded with golden blood, all the remaining noise in the throne room died instantly.Empress Themis walked down the remains of the crystal steps of her throne.The most majestic entity in the universe looked far from perfect. Her white silk gown, which once symbolized cosmic balance, was now tattered, scorched at the edges, and stained with the blood of traitors. One of the giant light wings on her back was broken, dangling limply and sweeping the floor. Her face was pale, lined with exhaustion after being besieged for days by the Obsidian Council.However, all those wounds and destruction did not erode her authority in the slightest.Across the room, Freya, who had just beh
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Chapter: Chapter 192: New Employee from the Death DivisionThe ruined throne room of Themis's Palace suddenly fell silent. The cheers of victory from the fifty Thunder Revenants, Vara, and Agus were swallowed by a cosmic phenomenon now occurring right in the middle of the sea of dead gods.From the hole in the palace ceiling, a pillar of light descended, shining straight onto the pile of ash remaining from Yama's existence.The light wasn't holy white, nor was it golden. The light was pitch black. However, strangely enough, the darkness radiating from the pillar didn't carry an aura of decay or cold terror like when the God of Death was alive. Instead, the black pillar of light felt incredibly warm and soothing, like a thick blanket covering the body after an exhausting overtime shift in the pouring rain.The black light enveloped the 'Crown of Death', shaped like a dark energy ring floating statically above the marble floor.Elian stood frozen, fatigu
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Chapter: Chapter 191: Mass Layoffs & The Comedian's GlitchThe magnificent throne room of Themis's Palace was now nothing more than a sea of silence choked by absolute terror.Two thousand god soldiers, elite knights, and Obsidian Council generals froze in their respective places. The heavenly air, which usually smelled of incense, was now rank with golden blood.In the middle of the shattered marble crater, the remains of the Crown of Death floated slowly over a pile of black ash. Yama, The Ruler of the Underworld, an ancient entity that couldn't even be scratched by the Sun God's blood clone, had just been erased from existence. And the perpetrator was merely a mortal human who now lay soaked in blood.Alucard, the God of War who took over command of the invasion, stepped backward. His arrogant face turned deathly pale. The giant sword in his hand trembled violently."IMPOSSIBLE!" Alucard whispered, his eyes staring at Elian, with a feeling ful
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Chapter: Chapter 190: Acquisition of the God of Death's ThroneThe blade of the Black Scythe was embedded deep, piercing skin, tearing flesh, and locking right between Elian's collarbone and left shoulder.The sound of tearing muscle clashed with the sound of cracking bone. Fresh blood sprayed out, but the color was no longer pure red. The blood was a mixture of liquid gold from the Divine Vessel forced to endure, and the pitch black from the curse of decay brought by the weapon of the God of Death.The distance between them was now zero.Yama, The Ruler of the Underworld who had claimed trillions of lives during his existence on the throne of the god of death, now fell silent seeing the reckless action of the creature he considered trash. The two gray dots behind his dark hood widened. This was an anomaly that had never existed in cosmic history. Death was never invited in. Death was never intentionally embraced.This mortal creature in front of him
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Chapter: Chapter 189: Audit for the God of DeathThe throne room of Themis's Palace had turned into a sickening slaughterhouse, but at this one point, time seemed to run backward into nothingness.Yama, The Lord of the Underworld, did not run. He did not shout intimidatingly like the other lesser gods. The pitch-black cloaked figure just stepped forward with very slow and silent movements. Every time the tips of his pale skeletal feet touched the blue silk carpet, the luxurious fabric instantly rotted into ash. When his footing met the white marble floor, the heavenly marble turned black, decayed, and crumbled like wood eaten by cosmic termites for millions of years. The concept of death walked with him, sucking the remnants of life from the air around him.In front of the God of Death, Elian stood with his Vajra sword emitting wild golden lightning. The CEO's chest rose and fell, his breathing fast. "Focus on what's in front of you, El! Your back is safe!" Vara shouted from a distance. The assassin had just beheaded two winged g
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Chapter: Chapter 188: Vara's Dance and Song of DeathThe throne room of Themis's Palace, once a symbol of majesty and universal balance, was now officially a battlefield full of blood and death.One hundred combined troops from Earth and Astra Divina charged straight into the sea of two thousand rebel gods of the Obsidian Council. Mathematically, this was the most absurd suicide mission. One against twenty.But mathematical calculations didn't apply to entities whose sanity had been completely burned away by vengeance and hope.BLAAAAAM!The first clash occurred with a force that shattered the palace's support pillars. The fifty Thunder Revenants leading the front formation slammed into the line of gods like a steel bullet train. Their jet-black shields clashed with swords of light. It created a shockwave that tore the blue silk carpet beneath their feet."Get back, filthy creatures!" roared a war god. He tried to thrust his lightn
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God Of War System : Apocalypse King
WHEN THE APOCALYPSE ARRIVES, BECOME A GOD OR BE TORN TO SHREDS.
Satria has no choice. Infected by mutant blood, he rises again with a system in his head that promises the power of a god. The power to slaughter thousands of zombies and mutant monsters with his bare hands.
The condition? His power awakens through intimacy; his dominion is born from the bed. The more women who become his "power generators," the more invincible he becomes.
But he is not the only chosen one. On the island of Java, Alexander, a ruthless tyrant with a system that controls the undead, has built his kingdom.
This is no longer about survival. This is a war between systems, a war between gods.
Witness Satria's journey from victim to predator, from survivor to founder of a new civilization built upon blood, Lust, and Betrayal.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 119: CALL OF WARThe afternoon sun hung low in the western sky, bathing the concrete walls of CitraLand in orange light resembling the color of rust. Outside the main gate, construction activity was at its peak. The sound of hammers, chainsaws, and foreman shouts filled the air.Alexander stood atop a pile of light bricks, holding a crumpled roll of blueprints. Beside him, Bima was wiping sweat with a dirty towel, while Hasan—now serving as tactical defense chief—was checking the trench slope angle with a serious face."The angle must be forty-five degrees," Hasan muttered, pointing at the excavation. "Too steep, the soil collapses. Too shallow, Roy's troops can climb it while smoking.""But we're short on cement for reinforcement, San," complained one foreman."Use bones," Alexander interrupted suddenly. He didn't look up from the blueprints, but his flat voice cut through the debate. "Tell my corpse arm
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Chapter: CHAPTER 118: FIRST FIRE AT THE BORDERThe sky above the border of East Java and Central Java was pitch gray, covered in thin volcanic ash carried by the wind from active volcanoes. In an old fishing village on the coast of Tuban long abandoned by humans, silence was usually the sole ruler.However, today, the sound of simultaneous, heavy marching footsteps shook the sandy ground of the village.Not the footsteps of terrified survivors, nor the shambling steps of the walking dead dragging their feet. This was the stomp of military boots marching in a terrifying rhythm.One battalion of scout troops from Roy's faction had arrived.They were zombies, but their appearance was a nightmarish parody of an armed force. Their rotting bodies were clad in the remnants of camouflage uniforms of the Indonesian National Armed Forces (TNI) modified with rusty iron plates and used tire rubber as armor. On their heads, cracked Kevlar helmets were fitted
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Chapter: CHAPTER 117: AUDIENCE IN THE HEART OF ALAS PURWO(Flashback: Two Years Ago)The forest at the eastern tip of Java didn't just stay silent. The forest breathed.In the depths of Alas Purwo, Banyuwangi, giant banyan trees towered as high as skyscrapers, covering the sky with a canopy of leaves so dense that even the midday sun failed to penetrate it. The air here felt heavy, humid, and smelled of ancient earth mixed with the sweet scent of decaying chlorophyll.Elena walked slowly over a carpet of thick moss. Her wedding dress, once white, had turned dull gray, torn here and there by thorns. Her bluish-pale skin contrasted with the gloom of the forest. Beside her, little Sofia walked hugging her one-eyed teddy bear, her small footsteps making no sound.Behind them, thousands of zombies they brought from Surabaya stopped at the forest border. Their undead instincts screamed in fear. They knew, inside there, was something far older and hungrier than th
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Chapter: CHAPTER 116: DANCE OF DEATH ON THE OPEN SEAFive hours had passed since The Redeemer left the river mouth and entered the open waters of the Java Sea. The silence of the night had now turned into a terrifying symphony. The previously clear, starry sky was now covered by thick black clouds. The wind blew harder, raising three-meter waves that slammed against the hull with loud thuds.In the wheelhouse, Rizal struggled to maintain the ship's course. His serious face was wet with seawater spraying through a cracked window. Beside him, Bayu the scout pressed his face against the ancient radar screen, trying to find a gap in the storm."The storm came faster than predicted, Boss!" Rizal shouted over the intercom. "Visibility is zero! The radar is starting to glitch too!"On the slippery, violently rocking main deck, Satria stood firm like a steel pillar. His feet planted on the deck, his body moving in rhythm with the fierce waves. Tri stood behind him, gripping the fl
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Chapter: CHAPTER 115: TWO FRONTS OF WARThe silence following Satria’s slam on the table felt solid, as if time itself was holding its breath, waiting for the King’s decree. Every eye in the Command Room—whether filled with cold calculation or flooded with emotion—was locked on the single man standing at the head of the table."You can't do both, Satria," Alexander hissed, breaking the silence first. "That's bullshit. You’re not God.""I’m not God," Satria retorted, his gaze as sharp as a spear tip. "I am the God of War. And a War God never retreats from two fronts. He destroys them one by one."Satria walked around the table, his aura radiating an absolute conviction that made the doubt in the room begin to evaporate. He stopped in front of the map of East Java, picked up the piece representing himself, and placed it back in the center of CitraLand."Listen closely, because I’m only going to say t
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Chapter: CHAPTER 114: THE KING'S DECISIONThe silence inside the main study felt heavier than the pressure at the bottom of the ocean. Outside, CitraLand slept in a false peace, unaware of the emotional storm battering the heart of their kingdom.Satria still stood frozen in front of the large glass wall, alone; his broad and sturdy back now seemed to bear the weight of the entire world. In the dark reflection of the glass, he could see the blurry shadow of Indri's letter lying on the table, a ghost from the past coming to collect on a promise.Satria's mind was in turmoil.Go. His heart as a father screamed. Your child is being hunted. Your flesh and blood is starving in a hellish jungle. What good is this throne if you can't protect your own heir?Stay. His cold logic as a King retorted. Roy is at the border. Hundreds of lives in this city depend on your strength. Leaving them now is the act of an irresponsible ruler. It is betrayal.<
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