The road stretched endlessly before us, cracked and broken like the veins of a dying world. My bike—an old, battered cruiser I had found leaning against a collapsed gas station—roared through the silence as we rode across the wasteland.
Yeah, you heard that right. I was riding a bike. A proper, heavy, steel monster of a cruiser, its engine rumbling like a dragon waking from slumber. The world around us was dead, burned, and half-eaten by time, yet this machine still ran perfectly. I didn't know which brand it was—Harley, maybe?—but it didn't matter. The sound it made, that deep growl under me, was strangely satisfying.
Shalltear sat behind me, her pale arms wrapped around my waist, her body pressed softly against my back. She already changed her dress from her usual wear to modern pants and a shirt.
Her crimson eyes glowed faintly in the dim light as her long silver hair fluttered behind her. Every now and then, I could feel her breath against my neck—a cool, ghostly feeling that would make any normal man shiver.
My eyes stayed fixed ahead as we crossed through the lifeless terrain. The wind carried a faint metallic scent of blood mixed with the smell of rust and ash. The world had long stopped breathing; all that remained was the moaning of the undead somewhere in the distance.
Our destination?
The so-called Valley of Forgotten Gods.
If I remembered correctly from the fragmented memories of this world's stories (Which I read on Reddit in my previous life), it was the place where two titans had clashed endlessly—Zombified Captain Marvel and Ikaris from the Eternals.
Five years.
Five whole years of fighting.
Even after death—or rather, undeath—those two monsters were still locked in combat, endlessly tearing each other apart and healing just to start again. They were like echoes of their former selves, driven by nothing but hunger and rage.
But today would be different.
Today, their fight would end—because I had arrived to end it myself.
I smirked beneath my breath, the engine rumbling louder as I twisted the throttle.
The reason was simple.
Normal zombies gave barely 0.25 Quest Coins per kill. A waste of effort.
But these two? The strongest of the undead—former heroes turned into nightmares—were sure to give me something far more interesting.
The wind howled as thunder rumbled across the distance. The once-blue sky had been consumed by dark, swirling storm clouds that flashed occasionally with lightning. Rain began to drizzle down, the scent of wet earth and decay thickening around us.
I slowed the bike, pulling it to a stop at the top of a ridge. Below us, through the curtain of rain, I could see flashes of light—red and gold, crashing against blue beams of cosmic fire.
The ground trembled faintly beneath us.
There they were.
Captain Marvel, her once-glorious blonde hair now burned and matted with blood, eyes glowing a sickly shade of green, her entire body radiating unstable cosmic energy.
Opposite her floated Ikaris, half his face missing, molten light leaking from his eyes as his decaying wings of energy flickered behind him.
Each blow they traded shook the valley like an earthquake.
"Found them," I said, a faint smile tugging at my lips.
Shalltear's crimson eyes gleamed as she looked over my shoulder. "As expected of Alastor-sama. You find the most interesting places to visit."
"I try my best," I said, swinging one leg off the bike and standing up.
The rain plastered my hair against my face as I looked down at the two undead demigods battling below. The sight was… strangely beautiful. Two fallen heroes, locked in an endless war, unaware that their final judgment had arrived.
"Shalltear," I said quietly, "do you feel that?"
"Yes, my lord," she replied, her tone soft yet dangerous. "Their energy is immense. Especially the woman. It feels… volatile. Like a dying sun ready to burst."
"Exactly," I said, a grin curling across my face. "Perfect target practice."
Shalltear turned to me, tilting her head slightly. "If my lord wishes, I can go ahead. I'll weaken them both—half-dead, if you prefer. Then you can deliver the final blow yourself. There's no need for you to dirty your hands."
Her voice was polite and loyal, but there was also something else in her tone—a faint trace of concern.
I looked at her and chuckled. "Always so eager to protect me, huh?"
Her crimson eyes softened for a moment. "It's my duty—and my desire—to serve you, Alastor-sama."
I stepped closer, raising my hand and brushing a strand of her silver hair aside. "You know," I said quietly, "I actually like fighting."
She blinked, momentarily caught off guard.
"I didn't come here to watch from the sidelines. I came to feel the thrill—the pulse of the world when two forces collide. That's what reminds me that I'm alive again."
For a moment, Shalltear was silent. Then, slowly, she smiled—soft and faint, like a winter flower. "As you wish, my lord. But please, allow me to stand by your side if anything unexpected happens."
"Of course," I said, turning back to the battlefield below. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Lightning split the sky in half, illuminating the valley below in flashes of white and crimson.
The two undead gods roared at each other, their voices echoing like thunder.
I cracked my knuckles, feeling the familiar thrill rush through my veins.
"Alright," I murmured, stepping forward, "let's go greet our undead heroes."
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