Dungeon King: My Goblins Have Captured Countless Female Players - Chapter 12 --After the Battle

Tang Shaoyang, an orphan who dropped out of the middle school to fight on the street as he found out school was useless for a penniless orphan like him.

Tang Shaoyang dropped out of his school, fighting on the street, and made a name for himself. Berserker Tang from Youyouliucun.

Afterward, Dragon Wing triad recruited him and everything was good for him. Even though the public deemed him as a tumor of society, Tang Shaoyang was having a decent life. Until one day, everything changed as an absurd and strange game started.

[… Game starts! Stage one: Survival for The Fittest!]

After the game started, zombies appeared out of nowhere.

A streamer who died during his gaming stream gets transmigrated to a game he died on. With his second chance to live, he will survive at all cost to cherish the chance given to him. The Class he chose? The Archer.[ Hello! This is BrightestShinyStar, also known as Sirius. Welcome to my first novel posted in WebNovel! I hope you enjoy reading! ]

“Does the vengeance of justice count as a sin?”Fushimi Shika, burdened with a system, gives his answer: “Yes! But I will take on all sins!”Avengers chant his name, leaving behind his name. Thus, the world gains a notorious serial killer.A grieving father avenges his lost daughter by killing the true perpetrator;A husband takes revenge for his wife through a locked-room murder;A child who lost both parents makes a desperate gamble...Fushimi Shika shields these unfortunate souls who have lost everything, leaving his unique proclamation at the scene:“This is divine punishment, I am the divine punishment”...Years later, atop Tokyo Tower, Minamoto Tamako points a gun at her partner.“Although I don’t know how you did it, you are the mastermind!”Amidst thunder and lightning, rain pouring down, Fushimi Shika raises his hands:“How rude, Rabbit Officer, I am a messenger of justice.”

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.