(Apocalypse + transmigrate + ruthlessly decisive + no bleeding-heart heroics + doing as one pleases + patriotic themes)
The apocalypse struck in Tokyo, in the land of the Little Sun. Zhong Xia had been enjoying a massage from two Japanese women when he opened his eyes again. The two women, who had stepped out to fetch massage oil, had turned into Japanese zombie women dressed as bunny girls.
What the hell, did they just turn? Are they still fresh?
Congratulations, Host. You have activated the Ancestors' Blessing System. The Host can receive the protection of your forefathers.
What? You want to know whether I'll choose Pengju or Shaobao? Come on, do you even know whose territory this is? Shaobao, save me!
“Beep, beep. The watchtower has sent word. A giant creature is moving toward our territory from the direction of the Little Sun.”
What, a human ship? Come on, some creatures just look human, but they really aren't. In my eyes, they're merely humanoid creatures, no different from apes.
Our motherland is in danger. Who has time to worry about other creatures right now? It's their honor to become my cruise ship. If you don't believe me, ask them yourselves.
“Sir, sir, don't abandon us! We don't want to be part of the city wall. We only want to be your mounts.”
“See? I told you they'd be delighted.”
