The doomsday is coming, I bind the doomsday survival system, becoming stronger is the only law!
While others are struggling to survive in the mouths of zombies, I see the zombie tide as a moving experience package.
When they smashed their heads for a piece of biscuit, I already held the magic weapon and regarded the mutant king as the prey in the palm of my hand.
The school belle who once regarded me as an ant?
Now that she has become my exclusive "supply", she hates me to the core, but she can only survive by trembling in my arms. Watching her proud eyes filled with humiliation and fear is more interesting than crushing a hundred zombies!
Order collapses and humanity disappears? Very good! This is the paradise I long for!
I will step on mountains of corpses and seas of blood, put on the most gorgeous necklaces for my goddesses with my own hands, and build a doomsday empire that belongs only to me!
[The protagonist is a pervert!
