On the first day of the end of the world, I stored myself in cold storage. When you wake up after being frozen for hundreds of years, the world has been ruled by zombies. The former reserve grains bowed respectfully and respected me as the oldest royal descendant of the Corpse Clan. Until the man grabbed my neck with one hand and chuckled: "Little zombie, you will settle the bill tonight for stealing my century-old rations?" I raised my feet to fight back with a cold face, but he easily grabbed my wrist back - "Wait, how could you... Use my unique killing technique?"
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