In the third year of the global cataclysm, I was chosen to take part in a cross-temporal death livestream. While the other contestants screamed and ran for their lives, I quietly pulled out a folding stool and some sunflower seeds. The comments went wild: [Quit showing off and get your butt kicked out!] Then the Zombie King knelt and offered me flowers. “Your Highness, the empire is waiting for you to come home, ” Every screen in the universe suddenly went black, and a line of blood-red text appeared: “Warning: Awakening of forbidden genes detected, ”
