I was pinned against broken glass in the wasteland, while the heavy boots of seventeen thugs ground into my back.
A System pop-up suddenly burst across my retinas:
[Option One (Easy Prey): Kneel and shout, "Spare us, grandfathers!" Reward: 1 compressed ration bar (Hidden stat +1)]
[Option Two (King of Hell): Grab the rebar at your feet and stab the ringleader through the throat. Reward: Flame Demon bloodline awakening (10%) + Flame Blade skill]
In my previous life, my boss had driven me to a bleeding ulcer with workplace gaslighting. I licked the blood from the corner of my mouth.
"Easy prey? I spent long enough playing the doormat in an office tower."
The instant the rebar pierced the thug's throat, a scorching torrent of fire surged up my spine.
As their screams mingled with the smell of charred flesh, I wiped the blood from my face.
The apocalypse? I'll be the King of Hell, damn it.
