It feels like I am the cruel and unkind king who is doing experiments, including raising zombies, getting men pregnant, enjoying the absolute obedience of zombies to me, and satisfying my perverted desires. And that monk is a man who has been pregnant before, so his chest is flabby. Then I am a woman now. That was probably 3,000 years ago in my previous life. That monk still knows it is me, but he no longer has hatred, and I don't remember him.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
