God of Time System: Harem in the Zombie Apocalypse



[Walter Inara's POV]

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Have you ever hated someone so much that you would kill him as soon as you see him? I did. He was the man that not only made my entire life a misery but also broke my family apart into pieces slowly and slowly as he made me watch it all happening with my own two eyes.

But I can't kill him today… my savior has other plans for that guy… my Saviors, my friend, Michael Aroa, asked me to put my trust in him… and I will trust him. After all… he is far more ruthless than I am when it comes to killing bastards.

I still remember asking Rhea in the past timeline what happened to 'Fredrick Brown' whom Michael took into his special space… and the result.. Made me smile like a madman. I was satisfied… beyond what I could express.

Before knowing what happened to Fredrick, I was upset that I wasn't able to kill him like I wanted to, but… It was fine. Sir Michael did it a thousand times better than I ever can.

So… I will put my trust in him.

Currently, we are looking at the father of these bastards, Reacher and their grandfather, Armean Brown. Reacher was a man in his 40s, his eyes black like Fredrick, with his short hair brownish black, signifying his sure positive connection with the military. 

As for the grandfather, he was just an older version of Reacher… but for some reason; he didn't look like he was 70 years old. He looked around the 50s… hmmm… that energy… he is using that Zombie Energy?!!!

My eyes widened, as I couldn't believe them. 

'Shouldn't the apocalypse come only after 4 months… why does he have that energy?' I thought as I turned to Michael for an answer, but looking at his smile that wasn't really a smile, I kept quiet. For now, we shall observe.

Reacher and Armean came here with their complete gang. A total of 2000 people, as far as I calculated with my heightened senses. Did he bring everyone here in such a short time? That's quite something.

"Are you Michael?" Ask Reacher as he looked at Michael with a deep look as he then took a look at the rest of us. His eyes then reached Fredrick and Richard, but his expression remained the same as before. 

"Take a guess,"Michael spoke as he smiled at Reacher taking a step ahead, but out of nowhere that man in black suit jumped in between. 

'He is fast!' I thought as I looked at him… does he too, have that energy?... Yes… and he is… at least B-Grade!!!!

'What the fuck?!' a slight suffocating feeling surrounded me as I looked at him. I guess… I underestimated the enemy? No… more like… I underestimated the situation. But… why weren't they here last time…?

"No need to be so hasty, kid,"Michael spoke as he kept walking towards Reacher, who was just observing the situation. Hmmm… where is his confidence coming from?

"I just want to shake hands with your master,'' Michael said as he looked at that B-Grade guy. Though… It looked as if Michael was looking at an ant in front of him.

"It's okay Slythreeen,"said Reacher as he looked at Michael,"let him come." "Slythreen?" Asked Michael, a bit confused. 

"It's his name,"answered Reacher in a bit dignified tone, but Michael… he just smiled as he looked at Slythreen.

"You haven't told them your real name?" Michael chuckled, dumbfounding almost everyone there. The most shocked was Slythreen, as he gulped, looking at Michael. 

Though Michael just walked as he shook hands with Teacher as he spoke,"If you don't want to die a cruel death. Break all the bonds with all the companies. Repay all the money you took. Stop all the stupid slavery paths you are taking. Send back the people to their homes. And also… try to do as many good dead as possible."

Michael's voice echoed through the entire campus as he looked at Reacher without a hint of sarcasm in his words. He was pretty much dead serious about what he meant… He sure was.

"I am afraid. I don't understand what you mean,'' Reacher glaring at Michael, while Michael turned to me… huh? "Can you make everyone here to sleep?" he asked politely, and I nodded as I took out the powder from my pocket which I was going to use to kill Reacher…

"Bilera ti reken pieranuc usnal inefea: bniom portie sje(By the mercy of the God of death who presides over the other aspect of life: Let these kind souls sleep for one more time)" I muttered as I opened the book which was only visible to me. My eyes went through the characters as I narrated them and soon the powder from my hand vanished as a white energy started flowing out of my hand… and traveled the entire area as it reached the noses of everyone present there.

While Michael did ask me to make every common man sleep, with the amount of Powder I had, I doubt I could have done anything more anyway.

It didn't take much time, but everyone fell asleep before our eyes, leaving only those capable enough to stand here. And the only ones who were left were Reacher, Armean, the Slythreen, George and the other two, me, sir Michael and the three guards behind Reacher.

"What was that?" Curious about what I did, Armean looked at me with a really amused gaze. It wasn't just him, but Reacher and those people with him looked at me with an amused gaze.

"Livera," called out Armean as he smiled at me brightly and… huh?! -Thud! I fell on my butt as I looked at that… demon? 

'What's with his energy?' I couldn't believe my eyes. My entire being was telling me to run away from him… what is this… I am shaking? I am afraid… I looked at Sir Michael.. He was standing there without being affected even an inch.

"I want-" Armean pointed at me as he began speaking but,"cough cough. Cough! Cough!" he bit his own tongue?

That demon looked at Armean with a slight confusion as he looked at Armean.

"What do you want?" That Demon asked again and Armean tried pointing again at me but…

-Crack!

His bone… dislocated? How does that even happen? What are the chances of that happening? "AAAAA!!!!" Painful as it was, it was clearly visible to that scream of his.

"Are you the one responsible for it?" that demon asked with a curious tone. His eyes looked at Michael for a while as he smiled and answered,"Maybe." "Interesting… that contract is still intact… how did you even do it?" That demon spoke as he looked at Michael with even more interest than before.

"That's a trade secret. Though… What exactly is the contract?" Sir Michael asked as he yawned a little before continuing,"or is that a secret too?" 

"Three wishes. I am supposed to fulfill his three wishes this year. His first wish was to protect him and his son from any or all attacks that happened to them. His second wish was to make him king of hell by killing his presence here and reincarnating him as a higher demon in hell. The final wish… well, he didn't make it till now," Livera spoke as he looked at Michael as if he were looking at his old friend or something.

"So if he dies by slipping on his own foot… it doesn't breach the contract?" asked Sir Michael as he looked at that demon who showed a cunning smile,"you will actually be doing me a favor by doing that."

"Though what did he promise in exchange?" Sir Michael asked as he looked at Armean carefully. Reacher, who was scared shitless as he lost his composure, was looking at the whole ordeal while holding his breath.

"You… you… didn't you promise to protect me till my last breath? Are you going back on your words?!!!" Armean shouted as he looked at us, that red demon before… he fell asleep… along with Reacher.

'Huh? They couldn't even sleep before with my powder… how come?' I thought as I looked at them. My eyes turned to the Demon… no… he didn't do anything… I can tell… It was Sir Michael, wasn't it? "They promised me 1 million souls in exchange, which they already have paid," that demon spoke as he looked at Sir Michael with a keen look. His eyes were trying to figure out what was going in Sir Michael's head… even I wanted to know at this point.

"Well. They won't be waking up for another 5 or 6 months now… You can save their last wish without any problems. I will be disbanding the entire legion from now on… I hope we can all settle with this. Also… I want those three with me… hmmm… Yo, Slythreen… or should I call you, Prelimyian?" Sir Michael smiled as he looked at that man in a black suit observing Michael with a scared gaze.

"Don't die too early," Sir Michael spoke before turning to that Red Demon,"take these two with you. Leave the rest here."

That red demon had an amused look on his face as he spoke,"Since you took off a nonsensical headache off my head, I owe you one, Michael. I do not know who you are or what you are… but next time we meet again, I hope we can act a bit more friendly than we are now."

And then he vanished from there without leaving a trace.

"Pretty sure I am going to kill you at that time," Michael spoke with an awkward smile on his face before he turned at me,

"Now with that done… Walter... I have a job for you. You are gonna love it."