Apocalypse: Everyone Commands Generals, and I Raise a Million Heroic Spirits with Tattoos

The apocalypse arrived. Animals mutated, and humanity suffered an unprecedented, devastating blow. Some awakened the power of tattoos, preserving humanity's last spark of hope. Zhou Xuan was reborn before the apocalypse, covered in tattoos bearing the power of heroes from ages past. He built an apocalyptic fortress and bought out the supplies in every supermarket. He held fast to one principle: stockpile provisions, build high walls, and save the world at a measured pace! In his shelter, he spent his free time training his subordinates, killing monsters, and digging for ore. Months later, a giant beast from the deep sea came crashing in, destroying everything in its path, unstoppable. With red wine in his left hand and a beauty in his right, Zhou Xuan gazed at the ranks of followers behind him. Among them were ten thousand awakened warriors in silver armor with silver spears, another ten thousand carrying Fangtian halberds and wearing purple-gold three-pronged headdresses, and still others wielding Dragon-Breaking Halberds. What era is this? Why should I have to fight myself?