I, He Cuocuo, have returned to the peaceful days before the apocalypse for the nth time. The pain of my torn throat has yet to fade. In my previous attempts, various things led to my death in the apocalypse and my family being scattered. Now that I'm back again, I've started building a doomsday shelter. I'm stockpiling supplies and bringing my parents to safety.
I thought that, with everything prepared and the script in my hands, this time I'd live well in a world overrun by zombies. But at some point, everything began to veer away from what I knew. The events after I was reborn don't match any of my previous attempts!
All I can do is rely on what I remember and use my experience to keep my family alive in this world.
Back then, I never imagined I would one day gain extraordinary powers, or that I would meet a group of people in the apocalypse who would change my life.
Why do I keep dying, only to return to the time before the apocalypse?
Who is the masked person doing everything they can to tear my family apart?
What happened to my husband, who disappeared for so long and suddenly showed up in front of me?
One thing after another has drawn me away from the ordinary life I once knew.
Zombies are everywhere in this world, and mutated plants make survival even harder for the humans who remain. The chain reaction caused by a falling meteorite, along with the people who wore masks before the apocalypse, has gradually stripped away the old facades in a world of scarce supplies and harsh conditions.
