[No System, no harem, no saintly protagonist, somewhat dark, apocalypse story, a different kind of zombie world...]
They come every winter...
My name is Hou Yan, and I'm a high school student. I don't actually like my name, because it's easy for people to associate it with shamelessness.
Winter Corpse Slaughter, Mecha Dao Immortal, Evil-Energy Tyrant, Hunters' Lament... Compared to "shameless," those names sound truly badass. Still, I don't think they quite fit. After all, in the presence of the Creator, they hardly matter...
I created the world, then brought disaster upon it with my own hands. Later, I struggled to take even a single step. What bitter irony...
If you stay in a small place for such a long time, you won't die after a while, but Arthur's place is okay.
A creator had two fingers broken by a pistol? 6
Hydrology is OK. But from Chapter 20 to Chapter 78 it's all water. This is too much. God's sand table can also tell others, but the brain is really not enough