Vampire Overlord's Harem In The Apocalypse

Simon stood at the edge of the abandoned street, watching as the Zombie drew closer.

The smell hit him first — a sickening, rotten odor that seemed to cling to the very air. His nose twitched, and a deep grimace formed on his face.

It didn't matter how many times he fought these things; the stench was always the same, and it never got easier to bear… and they were only amplified by his enhanced senses as a Vampire, smelt like utter shit.

The Zombie shuffled toward him, its body grotesque, a twisted mockery of the human it once was.

There was no life in its eyes — only an insatiable hunger and craziness Simon could see no end of.

The creature had speed, more than an average human, and it moved with the grace of something that wasn't alive.

Despite the disturbing stench and the horror of its appearance, Simon wasn't afraid. He had been fighting these things, far too many of them to feel scared.

They were just obstacles in his way, another reminder of the world they were now forced to live in.

With a flick of his wrist, he prepared himself. His fingers clenched into a balled fist,. The Zombie's footfalls grew louder as it rushed toward him, its decaying body propelled by raw, unnatural strength.

It was faster than he expected.

Simon didn't have time to think. Instinct took over. He sidestepped just as the Zombie lunged at him, feeling the rush of air as it missed him by inches.

The beast's rancid skin brushed against his arm, and for a second, he felt a chill that wasn't from the cool air.

But there was no time to dwell on the discomfort. The fight wasn't over. He had to pull his whole focus into the fight and dominate it, he needed to!

Without missing a beat, Simon grabbed the Zombie's right leg with both hands, the slippery, slimy texture of its skin sending a shudder through him.

He hated the feeling of it against his palms.

The thing was cold, slick with the disgusting remnants of whatever fluids its rotting body had left. But there was no time to let that bother him.

The strength of the Zombie was undeniable — its muscles still twitched and flexed with terrifying power despite the damage its body had sustained.

With a grunt, Simon hoisted the creature into the air. His muscles strained a bit under the weight of the decaying form, but he managed.

The creature's limbs flailed as it tried to break free. Its eyes, clouded and empty, locked onto Simon with mindless hunger.

"Damn you," he muttered under his breath, the frustration and the disgust palpable.

In one swift motion, he slammed the Zombie into the ground. The impact was brutal, the earth beneath them shaking as the bones of the creature cracked and splintered.

There was a sickening crunch as the Zombie's ribs shattered, its lungs collapsing inward under the force. Blood poured from its mouth in a dark, gurgling stream.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The stench of decay lingered, heavy and suffocating.

Simon's breath came in short, controlled bursts. But he knew better than to let his guard down. The fight wasn't over until it was over.

A hiss sounded from the creature. Steam began to rise from its body, a strange, almost mechanical sound as the injuries began to heal.

The wounds that should have been fatal were already knitting themselves back together, as if the Zombie wasn't even affected.

Simon's lips curled in irritation and annoyance. "Here we go again," he muttered, wiping the sweat from his brow.

He grabbed the Zombie by the shoulders and lifted it once more, throwing it down with even more force than before.

The bones inside the creature's body snapped and broke again, the air filled with the sickening crack of shattered ribs. But, just as before, the healing began immediately. Steam hissed from the body as the flesh pulled itself back together.

The process was maddening. No matter how much damage he inflicted, the damn thing would just keep coming back.

Simon's grip tightened on the Zombie as it struggled to regain itself, its claws scraping against the pavement as it writhed beneath his hold.

He could feel the heat of the creature's steam against his skin, the scent of rot and death burning his nostrils.

"Not today," he muttered through gritted teeth.

With one final, violent motion, Simon lifted the Zombie's head, then drove it into the ground with all the force he could muster.

The sickening sound of bone crushing under the weight of the blow filled the air, and this time, the Zombie didn't move again.

Its head was completely crushed, the skull splintering under the force of the impact.

Simon stood there for a moment, chest heaving, staring down at the broken, lifeless form of the creature.

The steam that had once surrounded it slowly dissipated, and the stench of decay began to fade as well, though it still lingered in the back of his throat.

His arms trembled slightly as the adrenaline slowly ebbed away. The fight was over, but it wasn't exactly a victory. It wasn't like he could savor the moment.

The weight of his exhaustion and the monotony of it all pressed down on him. The battle had been hard, but it was just another Zombie. Another day, another fight. This was the world they lived in now.

"Another one down," he said to himself, his voice hollow. He felt no satisfaction from the kill, no sense of triumph. Just... emptiness.

[Congratulations, You have killed a Low level Zombie]

Before the parts with the rankings could be shown, Simon already dismissed it… he didn't want to know, not right now.