Vampire Overlord's Harem In The Apocalypse

The Apocalypse… in all its glory.

New York City — once a thriving hub of energy, people, and progress — now lay in eerie silence.

The streets that were once bustling with activity were now darkened and desolate. The midday sun, which had once blazed down from a cloudless sky, was now dimmed behind thick, ominous clouds.

Slivers of sunlight managed to break through, casting long, cold shadows across the crumbling city. The air felt heavier, colder. The world had gone mute, as if even the city itself knew that everything had changed.

And the worst part? It had all happened so quickly. One moment, the world was normal. The next, everything — every fucking thing — was gone.

The networks were down. Electricity was dead. The streets were empty, save for the sound of distant growls and the shuffling of something unnatural.

Humanity was on the brink.

And as if to solidify that truth, a voice echoed in the minds of everyone, everywhere. It was a strange, almost playful tone — yet it felt like it belonged to something far older, far more powerful.

[Hehe, the Apocalypse has begun. Human Players will be shown on the World Rankings. The Top 1–10 players on the World Rankings will receive monthly rewards from the gods. So struggle to reach the Top 10 and perhaps make your new life in the Apocalypse easier.]

The voice reverberated in Simon's mind as he sat frozen in the corner of the office, watching the chaos unfold. His pulse raced. The company's once-vibrant headquarters, which had buzzed with activity, now felt more like a graveyard. His colleagues, who had been immersed in lines of code and strategic meetings, now looked utterly lost.

Some were panicking, others trembling in place. The reality was sinking in. The Apocalypse had begun, but the truth was, no one understood the full scope of it yet.

Simon's fingers gripped the armrests of his chair so tightly his knuckles were white. He could feel the weight of something — something dark — looming over them.

The world had been scarred, changed forever, and they hadn't even begun to grasp what was happening. It was as if the earth itself had cracked open and unleashed something ancient.

The murmurs and screams around him were drowned out by the low growl that echoed from the back of the room. Simon's heart skipped a beat as he turned to see the source.

The manager — the man who had been shouting orders just minutes ago, the one who had always been in control — was now on all fours, his body contorted in unnatural ways.

The air around him seemed to pulse with an eerie energy as his skin took on a sickly, greenish hue.

His eyes, once sharp and calculating, were now dull and glazed, devoid of any humanity.

A deep, guttural growl rumbled from the manager's throat, and the sound was unmistakable. It was the growl of something not human.

Bones cracked, and his muscles twitched unnervingly as the transformation continued. The man who had once been their boss had become... a zombie.

A wave of fear swept through the office, and it was as if the room itself had frozen. People backed away instinctively, their faces filled with terror. Some of them couldn't even look, unable to comprehend what was happening.

Simon's heart was pounding in his chest, but his legs were frozen in place. 'This is real. This is really happening.'

The manager's twisted form crawled slowly toward the nearest worker, a young woman who was trembling uncontrollably. She tried to inch away, her body shaking as she dragged herself backward, but it was clear she was too terrified to move quickly.

She was too weak. Her legs wouldn't cooperate, her body a pathetic weight she couldn't control.

The growls of the zombie echoed through the room, deep and suffocating. It was closing in on her, the stench of decay filling the air.

The others screamed in panic, turning to run for their lives. Some shoved their way through the door, others tripped over each other in their haste to escape. But no one — not one soul — stayed to help.

The fear was too overwhelming, the shock too profound. They were all just trying to survive.

But not everyone.

Simon's eyes narrowed. His hands clenched into fists. The sense of helplessness was unbearable, but as the zombie neared the young woman, something in him snapped.

Without a second thought, he surged forward, his legs finally working as he moved across the room at lightning speed. He didn't stop to think. He didn't think about the danger. He didn't even think about the consequences.

He just acted.

He grabbed the closest object — a computer set — and without hesitation, hurled it toward the zombie.

The weight and force of the machine struck the creature square in the chest, sending it tumbling backward. The zombie let out a terrible, shrill screech as the impact sent it crashing through the window.

The glass shattered, raining down six stories below, and the zombie followed with a sickening thud as it splattered onto the concrete below.

The office fell silent.

For a moment, no one moved. The remaining that were planning to escape, still frozen in fear, stared at Simon, as though he had just done the impossible.

He was panting, sweat dripping down his face, but his body was trembling — not from fear, but from something else. He had never acted so instinctively before.

The young woman, who had been the manager's intended victim, sat in stunned silence on the floor.

She blinked, as though not quite sure what had just happened, and then — just like everyone else — she looked at Simon.

"Wh-what just happened?" she whispered, her voice shaking.

Simon didn't answer immediately. He couldn't. His heart was still racing, his mind still trying to catch up with what had just happened.

But he knew one thing for sure: he had acted when no one else would.

"I... I don't know," Simon said finally, his voice hoarse. "But we need to get out of here. It's not safe."

There was no time for further words. The sounds of the world outside were growing louder — screams, growls, and the unmistakable sound of destruction. They couldn't afford to wait.

The Apocalypse had already arrived, and Simon was just beginning to understand the full gravity of the situation.

'I'm going to fucking die, aren't I?'