Apocalypse: I Can Create Clones, Each One Making Hundreds of Millions of Death Soldiers

[Apocalypse, superpowers, a hands-on protagonist, no harem] Bai Ye A black meteor streaks across the sky. Humanity enters the apocalypse. Supplies are scarce, and corpse-fungus people and mutated ferocious beasts are everywhere. Humanity gains the power of the twelve-palace zodiac chart. Each palace unlocked upgrades their superpower. But each person gets only one ability. My chart’s ability is cloning, and every clone can get its own chart. So, while others recruit soldiers and rack their brains trying to win people over, I make hundreds of millions of fearless followers on my own. While others painstakingly cultivate a single superpower, I’m overwhelmed by having too many. While others are short on supplies, I can feed myself, and my whole family will never go hungry. When I encounter an organization leader in the apocalypse, he shouts, “He’s all alone! Cut him down!” The next second, he’s crawling away, crying out: “He’s not fighting alone!”