The System Has Me Running a Grand Hotel in the Apocalypse

The apocalypse sky seemed cursed by endless darkness. Leaden clouds churned like raging waves, bearing down on the dying city. The howling wind roared like a savage beast, tearing at everything in its path, while icy raindrops bombarded the barren earth like a barrage of shells.

Zombies wandered the city streets like the walking dead, groaning in low, terrifying voices like demons wailing from the depths of hell. Some had mangled limbs, with rotting flesh hanging precariously from their bones and pus and blood streaming down their bodies, leaving disgusting trails behind. Others had bulging, bloodshot eyes and lunged frantically toward anything that showed signs of life.

An Yi, meanwhile, was curled up lazily in his once cozy, now somewhat disheveled home. His delicate, porcelain-doll face was clouded with worry. His brows furrowed slightly, his bright eyes filled with helplessness, and his rosy lips turned down. Though he was already 26, he looked like a sixteen-year-old boy.

His black hair was a little messy, but it did nothing to diminish his good looks. He wore loose, comfortable loungewear, wrinkled in places.

An Yi muttered to himself, “What am I supposed to do? I’m running out of food, but going out to look for more sounds like such a hassle.” His voice was tinged with laziness and helplessness, and his face was full of frustration. A mysterious, ethereal voice with a metallic quality suddenly boomed in his mind: “System activated. Open an apocalypse hotel.”