The end of the world is coming, and I have awakened my zombie clone ability.
On the surface I am a weak and helpless survivor, but secretly I am the zombie king who controls hundreds of millions of corpses.
While other strong men were busy building their power and grabbing resources, I was quietly building my own zombie harem.
School belle, goddess, queen... All become my collection.
Until one day, when the strongest human coalition forces tore apart my defense line, they were horrified to find that standing in the center of the zombie wave was the "weak" they had been protecting.
I smiled and asked: "Now, who wants to be my collection?"
