Zombies are wreaking havoc across the world, while evil cultivators and demonic immortals run rampant. To keep the flame of human civilization alive, young people have begun joining the ranks of corpse drivers.
Young Zombie King: That green-haired zombie who just ran past smells delicious!
Old Corpse Driver: That's my son!
Young Zombie King: Those cultivators flying in the sky have three heads. They must taste great!
Old Corpse Driver: That's my family's ancestor!
Young Zombie King: Why do humans learn to drive corpses? Aren't zombies very obedient?
The old corpse driver watched the zombies doing an awkward dance and fell into deep thought.
Four years later.
Young Zombie King: Zombie energy tastes awful. I have to cultivate a body again and live as a human!
At the foot of the mountain stood a human boy carrying a treasure.
The young Zombie King felt a surge of greed.
Little did he know that this was the beginning of their bond.
The boy's treasure sealed the young Zombie King's cultivation. Only by helping the human boy grow could he regain his powers.
All so he could one day rebuild his body.
(This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.)
