[Ancient Apocalypse + Survival Through Infrastructure Building + Political Schemes and Wits]
I transmigrated into the body of a frail clerk among a rebel army. The moment I opened my eyes, a tide of corpses was surging toward me.
Martial arts? I can’t do that. Daoist magic? I don’t know any.
While princes and generals flee for their lives, I’m leading the remnants of the army to turn an abandoned military camp into the first safe zone.
A city besieged by a tide of corpses? Treacherous hearts?
I thought I could establish order, but then I realized zombies weren’t the scariest thing.
It was starving refugees driven to exchange their children for food, cults harvesting faith in the name of the gods, and... the crown prince of the old dynasty, who saw me as his greatest threat.
He pointed at my city and sneered. “Demon, you have usurped a divine artifact. Your crime is punishable by death!”
I silently turned to the last page of the guide. It had only one line: [When order collapses, you are the new order.]
