Undead in the apocalypse: My skeleton soldiers became internet celebrities
The Zerg is tearing the world apart, and I awaken the only professional undead master. When others were struggling to survive, my style of painting was the first to collapse: skeleton soldiers worked hard to practice "flower shaking hands", and soul transmissions asked for broadcast; the battlefield transformed into a demolition site, and a tutorial on polishing the Zerg carapace was broadcast live.
Devour the Zerg genes and unlock undead technology. Blade-armed insect? Changed hands and transformed into a bone blade bodyguard. The Hive Mind marked me as a "blasphemer", and the higher-ups of humanity regarded me as a "high-risk variable".
I looked at the formidable undead army behind me. They were adjusting the angle of their bone blades for the next live broadcast.
"Correction." I smiled at the endless insect swarm.
"You are not a disaster."
"You are the first batch of materials that my brothers and I made popular on the Internet."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
