Apocalypse + zombies + cultivation + genetic locks + satisfying power fantasy
On the first day of the apocalypse, my zombie girlfriend bit me, but I didn’t die.
On the second day, I discovered I could control zombies, and she became my first puppet.
The authorities say this is an irreversible transformation into another species.
But when I extracted mutagenic gel from the brain of a mutated zombie, I saw a chance to bring “her” back.
This isn’t the end of the world. It’s a brutal evolution sweeping the globe. While everyone else struggles to find food, I’ve already embarked on a mad journey of hunting and redemption.
Avoid pits, avoid pits with the Holy Mother It was written by a woman.