Going Mad as a Beautiful NPC in the Apocalypse, and Tearing Up the Survival Script to Turn It into Performance Art
In the third year after the zombie virus outbreak, Lin Xiaoman discovered she was a doomed cannon-fodder NPC in a romance novel.
The System wanted her to become the Zombie King, so she started doing square dances in the middle of a zombie horde;
the plot demanded she bite the male lead’s neck, so she whipped out chili sauce and cooked a hotpot for the zombies instead;
the Lord God warned that she’d explode on the spot, so she kicked an incendiary bomb into a fireworks show to the beat of “The Most Dazzling Ethnic Wind.”
Then mysterious blue words appeared on a mirror:
“An NPC who is deleted becomes a punctuation mark in the author’s bio.”
“Every time you go crazy, a Mary Sue author loses her ‘womb’ (here, ‘womb’ means the thing akin to inspiration that gave birth to Lin Xiaoman in this novel) (doge, please spare me).”
So this world was a mash-up stitched together by three thousand struggling authors.
The Zombie King was a substitute for a domineering CEO, the healing serum was distilled from old-school angsty romances,
and what beat inside her rotting heart was the **ultimate anti-female-rivalry code, blocked across the entire internet**.
