The apocalypse arrived, and in the eyes of every survivor, I became a demon.
While they begged on their knees for a piece of bread, I was enjoying hot pot in my fortress.
While they slaughtered one another over a bottle of water, I watered my flowers with purified water.
While the mighty ability users desperately held back the tide of zombies, I sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows, leisurely sipping red wine.
They called me heartless and cursed me to die soon.
Until the day the Zombie King led a million-strong army to the city walls, and despair engulfed everyone.
I slowly opened the fortress gates and showed them my “zero-cost shopping” list:
“Sorry, but I’m taking your lives and this city, all of it.”
Reborn three days before the apocalypse, I activated the God-Tier Fortress System.
In this life, I believe in only three things: supplies cleared out, enemies crushed, and a home that will never fall!
