Traveling through the apocalypse, others are struggling in the mouths of zombies, and I am bound to the [Strong Country] system.
While the survivors were fighting for a piece of bread, I planted the flag in the desert and declared the founding of the country.
Short of supplies? I call the National Strategic Reserve directly!
Is there a wave of corpses? I turned my back to China Railway Construction Engineering Co., Ltd. And built the Great Wall overnight!
While other shelters are still struggling, my republic has turned on nuclear fusion and planned interstellar immigration.
In the tenth year of the apocalypse, survivors around the world are begging for naturalization. I smiled at the camera:
"Want to join? First pass the Chinese Test Band 4."
