Mephistopheles, a high-ranking demon monarch, summoned his attendant, Neria, with a commanding tone.
"Neria," he called.
"Yes, my lord," Neria responded promptly.
"This blue planet you've discovered is remarkably fertile," Mephistopheles remarked, his voice tinged with excitement. "It possesses the potential to generate an exceptionally potent strain of demonic energy through breeding."
Neria expressed doubt, "Isn't it too flourishing to squander on the reproduction of demonic energy?"
Mephistopheles countered confidently, "No, quite the contrary. The more flourishing it is, the greater the yield of demonic energy. With each cycle, I shall grow even stronger, perhaps ascending to the status of a demon god. I intend to infuse this planet with demon energy and return after a century to harvest the ripe demonic essence."
Meanwhile, amidst the chaos of the day, Todd, a diligent delivery man, found himself engulfed in a series of bizarre events. From encountering a zombie horde to witnessing crazed domestic animals, his day took a surreal turn. Yet, the most unsettling revelation dawned upon him – he was one of the undead.
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"What? I'm a zombie!" Todd exclaimed incredulously, finding an odd sense of novelty in his situation. "These are things you only see in movies."
Confusion overwhelmed Todd as he pondered why a fellow zombie would attempt to attack him. "Aren't we allies?" he pondered. "Why doesn't he adhere to the norm and target humans?"
As the zombified gangster lunged at him with a knife, Todd's instincts kicked in. With a swift evasive maneuver, he dodged the attack and seized a nearby pencil as his makeshift weapon. Amidst the chaos, Todd found himself engaged in a bizarre skirmish, hurling books at his assailant and adapting to his newfound strength and resilience.
The confrontation intensified as Todd faced relentless assaults, yet he remained undeterred. With a surge of determination, he seized the opportunity to retaliate, ultimately dispatching his attacker with a decisive blow. Todd concentrated solely on the pen in his hand, channeling all his focus and strength into delivering a fatal strike to his opponent's skull.
With the zombified gangster lying lifeless before him, Todd felt a strange sensation washing over him. As he attempted to comprehend the events unfolding, he suddenly lost consciousness, the details of the fight fading into darkness.