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 16: ECHOES WITHIN THE FORTRESSThe world outside the lobby glass doors had turned into a churning sea of nightmares. Dozens, then hundreds of empty eyes and gaunt hands pressed, pushed, and beat against every inch of the building's surface. Their low growls merged into a constant drone that crept in through every crack, vibrating the very bones."It won't be enough!" Rizal shouted, his voice nearly drowned out by the sound of cracking glass and bodies slamming against the door. The vending machine they pushed felt like a sheet of cardboard against the pressure of thousands of pounds of undead flesh.Satria didn't answer. His sharp eyes scanned the dim lobby, his brain working faster than the panic. He saw it. The massive reception desk made of marble and steel, firmly bolted to the floor."That desk! We need a lever!" Satria exclaimed. He spotted a fallen metal directional signpost in the corner. "Rizal, hold this barricade with all your might! Give me ten seconds!"Without waiting for
Last Updated: 2026-01-10
Chapter: CHAPTER 15: THE STRATEGIST'S STAGEThe clang of the final bell was still vibrating in the air when panic erupted on the rooftop."It's over! They know we're here! We're going to die!" cried Bima, his face ashen. He clutched his head, pacing like a trapped animal.Rizal was no better. His knees were weak, and he leaned against the water tower for support. "Every time that bell rings, they sweep an area clean. No one ever survives. No one."Abigail sobbed softly, the exhaustion and pain in her legs now consumed by pure terror. Cindy stood protectively in front of her, but her clenched jaw and fists betrayed her own fear.Amidst the despair, only two people remained silent. Andy, who was frozen not from fear, but from shock at how quickly the situation had devolved from hope to hell.And Satria.He stood at the edge of the roof, his back to them, his eyes still fixed on the orderly moving lines of the undead in the distance. He wasn't panicking. He wasn't afraid. He was analyzing."Silence," Satria commanded.That single
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Chapter: CHAPTER 14: THE CALM BEFORE THE STORMThe moniker hung in the windy afternoon air, feeling both absurd and heavy. "God of War."Cindy and Abigail stared at Rizal in confusion, then turned to Satria, as if trying to match the grand title with the figure of the quiet, dust-covered man in front of them. Andy felt the words like a slap across the face. Not just a hero, now Satria was being called a god. The sour taste in his throat intensified.Satria himself showed no reaction. His face remained expressionless, his sharp eyes locked on Rizal's gaze. His grip on the crowbar did not loosen. In this world, praise could be a deadly distraction."Lower your weapons," Satria said, his voice cold and calm, breaking the tension.Rizal, the leader of the two survivors, hesitated for a moment. He glanced at his partner, Bima, who was still trembling with fear. However, the memory of the sight in his binoculars—the explosion, the efficient movem
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Chapter: CHAPTER 13: TWENTY FLOORS TO HEAVEN OR HELLThe door to the emergency staircase creaked open with a deafening sound. Behind it, thick darkness greeted them, bringing with it the smell of dust, damp concrete, and something vaguely rotten. The air inside felt heavy and suffocating."I'll be in front. Cindy, you're right behind me. Abigail in the middle, and Andy, you close the line at the back," Satria instructed. His voice was low and echoed in the narrow space. "Keep your distance, but don't get separated. Use the wall for support. Don't make a sound."No one argued. They entered the vertical black hole one by one. The door behind them closed with a final 'CLANG,' locking them away from the outside world and swallowing the remaining light. Now, the only illumination was a faint sliver of light filtering in from small windows on each stair landing.First floor. Second. Third.The only sounds were their muffled footsteps and their rapidly quicke
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Chapter: CHAPTER 12: A GOD IN THE EYES OF THE SCOUTThe two-kilometer journey felt like traversing a frozen hell. The silence of Banyuwangi City was far more terrifying than the screams of the undead in Bali. Their every step echoed between the silent buildings; every gust of wind sounded like a whispered threat.Satria walked in front, a crowbar gripped tightly in his right hand. His posture was alert, his head constantly moving, scanning every window, alley, and rooftop. Behind him, Cindy and Abigail walked close together, while Andy maintained a distance of several steps at the very rear, his face steeped in the shadows of anger and shame.Every confident stride Satria took was a slap to Andy. Every time Abigail glanced at Satria’s back with a look of admiration, an invisible knife pierced Andy's pride. He hated this. He hated looking weak, being the one who needed protection, and what he hated most was that the gratitude he should have felt had instead turned to poison in his heart."Just wait," Andy thought, his eyes fixed on Satr
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Chapter: CHAPTER 11: THE DEAD CITY OF BANYUWANGIThe first step onto Javanese soil felt like stepping on a disgusting, wet sponge."Don't look down. Keep moving," Satria commanded, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. He jumped from the hull of the boat, landing steadily on the bloated belly of a floating corpse.Cindy swallowed hard, fighting back the nausea burning in her throat. The stench here was a thousand times thicker than it had been in Bali. The smell of mass death. She followed Satria, leaping from body to body, trying not to think that her footing was a human face, chest, or back."I... I can't..." Abigail whimpered from behind. Her injured leg made it difficult to keep her balance. She nearly slipped on an arm slick with gangrene."Take my hand," Satria said without turning, extending his left hand behind him.Abigail snatched it like a drowning person grabbing a life raft. She let Satria pull her across the sea of corpses.Andy, walking at the very back, watched the scene with a darkening heart. His own girlfriend pre
Last Updated: 2025-12-19
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 22: The Outside WorldThe midday sun felt wet and sticky, as if the Jakarta air had turned into a giant soup of steam. The asphalt beneath their feet was no longer hard and black, but heavily cracked, covered in thick, dark purple moss growing at an unnatural speed.Elian stepped carefully, avoiding greenish puddles that simmered slowly between the roots of the Angsana trees that had burst through the sidewalk. The roots were as thick as an adult's thigh, wrapped around the dented wreck of a Honda Jazz sedan like a python constricting its prey."Insane..." muttered Rico, walking behind Elian, his eyes glued to the tablet screen connected to the drone. "Are we in East Jakarta or the Amazon Rainforest from hell? It feels like the apocalypse just started two days ago, why are the trees already massive?""Accelerated cellular mutation," Vara replied without turning her head. She walked with a light step on the left side, her *Cosmo Rapier* drawn
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Chapter: Chapter 21: Dwindling Stock“One... two... three... and finished.”Mr. Hendra’s voice sounded heavy, as if he had just pronounced a death sentence. He closed his stock inventory notebook with a listless *thud*, then massaged the bridge of his wrinkled nose.In the back storage room of Cosmo Mart, which now served as an emergency meeting room and bedroom, the morning atmosphere was grim. It contrasted sharply with the euphoria of eating luxury sardines yesterday afternoon. Sunlight streamed through a small vent, highlighting the dust floating in the air.“What do you mean, finished, sir?” Rico asked, picking a piece of leftover corned beef from his teeth with a toothpick. “I feel like there’s still a pile of instant noodle boxes in that corner?”“Those are instant noodles with Chicken Curry flavor whose packaging was punctured by rats or splashed with chemicals during the fig
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Chapter: Chapter 20: Tier 2 - Store ManagerIt was hot.The wooden floor of the second-floor archive room felt like a giant Teflon pan being heated. Behind the tightly locked iron door, the roaring sound of the fire consuming the remnants of Cosmo Mart’s first floor mixed with the desperate scratching of zombies trying to climb the stairs through the blaze.Elian sat leaning against the wall furthest from the door, sweat soaking his entire body. Not just from the heat of the fire, but from the heat coursing through his veins.The System on his retina flashed aggressively, demanding attention.[Evolution Requirements Met!][Current Class: Intern Cashier (Tier 1)][Eligible for Promotion: Yes][Evolution Cost: 0 Credit (Free for Outstanding Employees)]“Free...” Elian laughed weakly, his eyes closed. “It’s rare for you not to be greedy, System.”In
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Chapter: Chapter 19: CriticalMr. Hendra’s pride and joy, the green fire, began to dim. The flames that had been licking the porch ceiling were now just small embers sizzling on puddles of chemical liquid. Thick white smoke still hung in the air, limiting visibility to less than two meters, but the sound behind that curtain of smoke was unmistakable.Creak... Creak...The sound of thousands of corpses shuffling over broken glass and bone fragments. They weren't tired, they weren't afraid, and they were still hungry.“Fire out in ten seconds,” Vara reported coolly. She stood beside the new emergency barricade they had constructed: a mix of overturned gondola shelves, punctured rice sacks, and a pile of scorched zombie corpses (“Organic building material,” Rico said with disgust as he stacked them).“Rico, ready in the center position,” Elian ordered. He stood behind Rico, hands raised, rea
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Chapter: Chapter 18: Mr. Hendra's MolotovSixty seconds felt like the blink of an eye. Elian stood frozen in front of the cashier counter, his eyes darting wildly, scanning the newly opened [Shop] menu. His fingers danced in the air, scrolling through a list of items with neck-choking prices.[Basic Turret: 1000 Credits] (Expensive!)[AK-47 Assault Rifle: 800 Credits] (Expensive!)[Steel Door Upgrade Lv.2: 1500 Credits] (Insane!)"Broke," Elian cursed. His point balance from slaughtering Wave 1 and assisting the Goliath was only 350 Credits left after crafting Vara's sword."El! Thirty seconds left!" shouted Rico, who was holding the rice sack in the hole at the bottom of the door. "They're already lining up like a flag-raising squad!""Be patient!" Elian looked for something cheap but high-impact. His eyes landed on the [Consumables] and [Blueprints] categories.[Blueprint: Chemical Bomb (Grade D)][Price: 150 Credits][Description: Simple chemical bomb recipe using ho
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Chapter: Chapter 17: The First Wave"Sound check, one, two, three. Test."Elian tapped the handle of the broom, which he had modified with a kitchen knife—a backup weapon for Lina. The tapping sound echoed softly in the silent store."No need for vocal tests, El. We're going to war, not a dangdut concert," Rico commented, tightening the raffia string on his new arm guard. The guard was made from a PVC gutter pipe cut in half. *Low budget*, but more solid than a gossip magazine.The wall clock showed ten in the morning. The sun should have been at its peak, but the Jakarta sky outside was unnaturally dark with heavy clouds. The clouds rolled low, colored purplish-black, as if the atmosphere itself were bruised.Vara was sitting on the cashier counter, sharpening the edge of her Cosmo Rapier with a butcher's whetstone. The rhythmic *sreeet... sreeet...* sound made Lina's hair stand on end."Vara, can you stop? The sound is grating," Lina pleaded, covering her ears."Get us
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