An Apocalypse Boss Enters the Beast World: Two Kings Vie for His Love

A zombie horde destroys the base. Yao Mengmeng, a powerful figure in the apocalypse, crushes a crystal core and dies, only to wake up as a “frail sacrificial offering” at an altar in the beast world. A label on the back of her neck marks her as someone anyone can use. Below the altar, Moyuan, the former Silver Snake chief, is chained to a pillar of punishment with a broken leg and bloodied scales. The beastfolk spit at him, calling him “a useless cripple who can’t even protect his female.” A familiar sensation of spatial powers tingles at her fingertips. Inside her space is enough weaponry and medicine to turn the world upside down. Yao Mengmeng speaks softly: “I’ll take this useless fellow.” The crowd erupts. Everyone bets the delicate female won’t last three days. Three days later, she rises on tiptoe to feed Moyuan berries, and the violent silver snake gently curls his tail around her ankle. No one knows that the beastfolk who coveted her the night before have already been taken out by her tranquilizer darts and turned into food for giant ants. Moyuan initially thinks she’s humiliating him, until she pulls out a gleaming metal prosthetic limb and says softly, “A Yuan, give it a try? You’ll be able to run and jump, and you can even strangle someone with it.” Watching her save cubs with ointment she “found,” and tie up a raging boar with “hemp rope” (steel wire), he realizes that this little female is more dangerous than a poisonous snake when she’s pretending to be sweet. When their natural enemies attack, the chief threatens to divide her up for a meal. The deranged Eagle King, Sun, arrives covered in blood, shrieking possessively, “Mine!” In the melee, Sun takes a bone spear through the wing protecting her, while Moyuan uses his prosthetic to strangle three enemies. Yao Mengmeng drops the act. As her machine gun roars, she crushes the corpses beneath her feet and twirls a grenade with a cold smile. “I told you not to mess with me.” Once the smoke clears, Moyuan wraps an arm around her waist and claims her in front of everyone, while Sun licks her earlobe, vying to be first. Yao Mengmeng produces a machine gun. “We’ll see after you win.” The tribe spreads the word: this “weak female” is the apocalypse’s Yama, with two mad beasts at her side. The snake with the broken leg is even fiercer, and the crazy eagle is clingy. Anyone who gets close dies.