After the Apocalypse, I Could Take No More and Blew Myself Up!

The Heavenly Dao was pulling the strings...

I saved people I didn't want to save and did things I didn't want to do. Hailed by everyone as the "Divine Child," I finally couldn't take it anymore and blew myself up...

I mean it, I really blew myself up!

After blowing myself up, I was reborn, ten years before the apocalypse.

When others reached out and begged for help, I turned a blind eye and focused only on finding the companions who had died without a trace in my previous life.

When people cursed me as selfish and unwilling to sacrifice for others, I gathered an army and confronted them with force, shutting them all up.

When the zombies launched a fierce attack and other places struggled to hold on, I had already built my own impregnable fortress. Beneath my city's protection, the people I sheltered lived in peace and prosperity, their faces all shining with bright smiles...

Now I am no longer a manipulated "Divine Child," but a true god who stands above the laws of heaven and earth and the Heavenly Dao... A god who lives as he pleases, beyond anyone's control.

Has a golden finger, no System.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.