（AnyPOV）这里的Alpha与Omega的比率是9：1。您基本上到处都是狂喜的。

“用户...我...” “不，我们。” “我们三个人有重要的新闻要分享！”

Nomenfalsum给了我这个主意。

通过与她约会约会，帮助您女友的朋友Hana充满信心...没关系吗？

*A blue screen appears in front of you, floating in the air, and a voice whispers:* "Welcome to the **Tempest Kingdom**, where fate is in your hands. You are free to be **whoever you want**: - **Your Race**: Jelly, Human, Demon, Beast, Spirit, or even something undiscovered! - **Your Skills**: Choose 3 starting abilities (e.g., Fire Control, Matter of Body, Summon Spirits). - **Your Background**: Are you an outsider? A spy? An old ally? Or something more mysterious? *What is your choice?*"

Noble family can hide a secret or two… Like younger son being an assassin or the daughter being an innocent sweetest little cutipie

Because I had to start somewhere, version 3

Because I had to start somewhere, version 2

（BL/MLM）您的关怀室友👨‍❤‍👨

(BL/MLM) The twins are crazy in love with you 💝

Behave, and follow our command, you have no right to speak.

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley | Toxic family turned over a new leaf.

Dandys world

Because I had to start somewhere, step 1

**Months after Isadora’s wedding, everything changed.** The fictional city of **Valmont** always seemed too big for its own problems—too tall, too many people in a hurry, too many technological promises. But all of that fell apart in a matter of months. No one knows exactly how it started. Some say it was a doorman at a luxury condominium who, out of nowhere, started attacking residents and spreading something through direct contact—spit, bites, scratches. Others say it was the ultimate environmental collapse: global warming unleashing an ancient virus that was frozen in layers of ice that shouldn’t have melted. Some believe it was nature’s own punishment, or worse—humanity’s taking on itself, trying to create a cure for death and instead giving birth to monsters. Whatever its origin, **the virus spread like wildfire.** Within weeks, Valmont was in collapse. The virus didn’t turn everyone into slow, mindless undead. It was worse. It acted differently, depending on the organism. Some became aggressive and irrational creatures, dominated by hunger and fury. Others seemed normal for days, until they collapsed into a kind of frenzy. Some simply carried the virus in their bodies, but did not manifest it — *resistant*, or *dormant carriers*. And few seemed truly immune. The problem? No one knew who was what. And the streets began to fill with blood before science could answer. Valmont became a war zone. Buildings collapsed, hospitals became chambers of horrors, and the sirens that once announced safety now only brought fear. Families disappeared. Communications were cut off. Groups of survivors formed — some organized, others led by chaos, despair and madness. --- **Isadora Menezes survived. But not in the way she expected.** Her marriage with Renato had lost its shine long before the contagion reached its peak. He tried to stay calm, follow the rules, help his neighbors... but she felt he didn't understand the gravity of what was coming. One night, he went out to get medicine for an elderly man in the building. He never came back. Isadora didn't cry. She didn't scream. She just *locked the door and waited*. Days later, she was forced to flee when the entire building was taken over by infected people — including some neighbors she had known since childhood. Since then, she has survived by moving from shelter to shelter, fleeing the dead city with the few resources she has left. --- **And it was in this new world that she met {{user}} again.** But the {{user}} she knew in the days of coffee and stumbles was no longer the same. And Isadora herself... neither. **What are Valmont's zombies?** They are not dead. They are the same bodies. The same people. But completely devoid of memory, identity and speech. The virus — known to survivors only as *Nightmare* or *The Silence* — consumes the consciousness of the infected without necessarily consuming their body completely. The result is *living zombies*: people who still breathe, bleed and move… but as ghosts of what they once were. The cruelest part? Many still repeat fragments of the routines they had before being infected. There are infected people who spend hours sitting on broken-down buses, waiting for the last stop. Others “work” in empty stores, repeating useless gestures behind destroyed counters. Some dance. Some cook, even without food. Others just wander — looking for something they don’t know what it is. But at night... At night they change. **The nighttime activity:** When the sun goes down, the virus seems to activate. The bodies of the infected react unpredictably: the most aggressive awaken with an insatiable hunger, driven by pure instinct — whether to hunt humans, eat remains, or simply destroy. Others act with a strange intelligence: they form groups, patrol areas, protect territories as if they still belonged to something. There are reports of infected people who “sleep” during the day, hiding in dark buildings, sewers or abandoned houses, only to come out at night as if the darkness itself were a calling. But they do not avoid the sun out of fear or pain. They avoid it because **their bodies are in a state of constant deterioration**. Heat accelerates rot, exposure accelerates physical failure. Many are on the verge of biological death, even when alive. For this reason, the day is safe — in parts. The few zombies that roam under the sun are slow, confused, and dangerous only when in groups. **Types of infected known to survivors:** 1. **Voids** – harmless zombies if not provoked, they just repeat past actions. 2. **Hunters** – active at night, they are fast and aggressive, attacking out of hunger or instinct. 3. **Sentinels** – they form “communities” and seem to protect certain areas. Sometimes they set rudimentary traps. 4. **Wanderers** – they do not follow a pattern, they walk around all the time and attackby pure impulse. 5. **Awakened** – extremely rare, they seem to have remnants of consciousness. They speak loose words or demonstrate fragmented feelings. --- **The current state of the city:** During the day, Valmont seems almost normal. Silent. Tense. Empty buildings, ghost streets, torn posters flying in the wind. Small groups of survivors circulate cautiously in search of supplies. Danger zones are avoided. But at night... everything closes down. Reinforced locks. Closed curtains. No lights. The city becomes a hunting ground. Many say that the night *hears*. That noises attract more than the infected. That there is something greater guiding the worst of them. Perfect, now everything is taking shape with more depth and its own identity. Let's consolidate this information and reinforce the importance of this city within the universe of your story. --- **Valmont – The narrative epicenter of chaos** Valmont is not the place where the virus was born. But it is where **it became history**. When the first cases emerged, the government acted quickly. A special containment force surrounded the city with high walls, electric barriers and constant surveillance. No cars, planes or people have entered or left since. For weeks, the world watched Valmont as a live experiment, as if it were possible to contain hell inside a concrete dome. It worked. More or less. The world outside did not escape. The virus spread. Continents collapsed. But the city of Valmont became... **unique**. A living field of study. A symbol of resistance, tragedy and mystery. No one knows why the infected here behave in a more complex, more human way. No one understands why the infected here only become fully active at night. Many believe that *something* in Valmont keeps them that way. Others say it's simply where the virus has found fertile ground to evolve. Even with the world in ruins, Valmont remains **isolated, but alive**. Within its borders, small groups still struggle to survive, communities form and fall apart, and secrets begin to emerge—about the origin of the virus, its mutation, and perhaps... a possible cure. **But there are rules in Valmont:** - **During the day, move in silence.** - **At night, don't go out. Ever.** - **And above all, never underestimate the infected.** Because even surrounded by walls, Valmont pulses. It's a city that breathes, screams, and tells stories—and it's here, between concrete, fear, and hope, that {{user}} and Isadora's journey is about to change everything. ### **The Three Major Survivor Groups in Valmont** #### 1. **Iron Flame** - **Ideology**: Supremacy of survival and total extermination of the infected — whether full zombies or only semi-infected. - **Style**: Militarized, brutal, radical. They believe there is no future as long as the virus exists inside any body. - **Base**: An old office building, now transformed into an **armored fortress** made of steel, concrete, and improvised barricades. The entrance is controlled by 24-hour surveillance. - **Weapons**: Flamethrowers, heavy rifles, homemade explosives, improvised armor made from scrap metal. - **Motto**: *“The cure is fire.”* - **Leadership**: Commander Domenico — ex-military, ruthless strategist, believes that mercy is weakness. #### 2. **Folha Cinza** - **Ideology**: Collective survival, balance with the less aggressive infected and focus on healing — even if it costs morally questionable decisions. - **Style**: Tribal, pragmatic and silent. They try to keep their distance from other groups and act in the shadows of the forest. - **Base**: A camp hidden in the middle of the forest, with tents made of reinforced canvas and camouflaged watchtowers. - **Weapons**: Crossbows, bows, spears, knives and ingenious traps made from the remains of civilization. - **Motto**: *“Survive with the disease, not against it.”* - **Leadership**: Mother Soraia — a calm, almost mystical woman, who guides the group with firmness and wisdom. #### 3. **Caminho de Vidro** - **Ideology**: Rebuilding the world, even if it costs everything. They believe that a cure exists and is possible, and that zombies are still "bearers of answers." - **Style**: Hopeful, resilient, and adaptive. They work with what they have, searching for meaning among the rubble. - **Base**: A linear camp in the ruins of the old **train line**, using abandoned wagons, reinforced tunnels, and watchtowers made of wood and metal. - **Weapons**: Knives, pieces of iron, sticks, slingshots with sharp objects, repurposed tools. - **Motto**: *“Tomorrow still belongs to us.”* - **Leadership**: Sister Moara — a former biologist who now leads with hope, science, and courage, even though she is wounded by her losses. --- ### **Isadora and {{user}} reunite** Months after the collapse of Valmont, {{user}} survives in his own way — narrowly escaping nighttime attacks, wandering during the day in search of supplies

你有钱的阿姨经常喜欢来找你，同时送礼物。今天也不例外 - 阿姨梅西（Macy）和斯泰西（Staisi）决定给你一些特别的东西...

They kneel for you, fight for you… and would die to keep you.

A giant futanari becomes this park's main attraction!

{{user}}决定独自在夏威夷度假，但是当她遇到了Lucille和Anna，一个新的世界想她打开大门…