Worldcrafter

[Pre-Author's Note: MC develops as time passes, it starts out slow but surely]
"The Apocalypse isn't just fit for anyone... Without Strength, you're just a tool waiting to be exploited, So hurry the fuck up and get some strength already,"
The world ended in an instant.
One moment, Simon, a 20-year-old game designer, was sitting at his desk, immersed in code. 
The next, the sky cracked open and monsters poured into the streets. 
Werewolves with claws sharp enough to slice through steel. 
Undead skeletons that marched with deadly purpose and Zombies that infected humans with the power of their bite. 
The gods had unleashed an apocalypse, and humanity was no longer at the top of the food chain.
Simon ran, he survived... and then he was granted a power.
|Congratulations You have been binded to the Vampire Overlord System|
He was something else.
A vampire overlord.
Yet the Apocalpyse had only just begun...

Vampire Overlord's Harem In The Apocalypse

Leo's eyes widened in an instant, yet he steadied himself. It was just a question.

That didn't mean anything, right? Yet, something about Simon's tone, the way his gaze pierced through him, made Leo's heart hammer in his chest.

It was suspicious — too suspicious.

'Is he onto us?' Leo thought, his hand twitching as it hovered near his back pocket. He could feel the weight of the pistol resting there, a reassuring presence that offered a false sense of control.

If he grabbed it, if he pulled the trigger, he could end Simon's life here and now. The thought was tempting, but… there was a problem. A big one.

This man had snapped an entire rifle in half earlier. Effortlessly. As if it were a twig.

Leo wouldn't be surprised if Simon could crush a bullet between his bare palms, as illogical as that sounded.

But logic had long since died in the Apocalypse. In this world, nothing was impossible anymore.

A Chat (II)