The script I took was obviously a revenge palace fight script. Why am I still acting it out? It's the end of the world? !
Outside the city, the infected were roaring; inside the city, the ladies were still fighting over a necklace.
That's fine.
While they were still fighting for power, I, the top academic master disguised as a little white-flowered maid, had secretly built a doomsday fortress using architectural knowledge, and stocked up on life-saving supplies using herbal medicine.
Later, the hypocritical queen asked me for asylum, and the black prince wanted to steal my bread.
I smiled and handed him a moldy piece, then pushed him into the pile of infected people with my backhand.
"Sorry, I have the final say in this Doomsday City."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
