[Reinforcement + Space + Zombies]
He suffered a brain tumor and faked his death. When he woke up again, the world had become a zombie purgatory.
The brain tumor that had tortured me for many years actually made me awaken to the power of strengthening and space!
A broken house becomes a bank vault, and mineral water becomes a recovery medicine.
I hoarded supplies, recruited talents, and built the first fortress of the apocalypse. They all laughed at me as just a lunatic obsessed with infrastructure.
When the Salvation Army defeated the seven kings under my command and stood triumphantly in front of me, I lightly snapped my fingers. The ground beneath their feet began to twist, and the space behind them suddenly tore apart,
"Welcome to my kingdom of God," I asked with a smile, "Now, are you ready to face the real Lord of Creation?"
A eunuch? I'm convinced too