Wait, Wait, Wait, Did I Just Become a Max-Level Big Shot?

(Romance, both leads are each other’s only one, possessive male lead)

While traveling with my best friend, we got into a road-rage accident. When I opened my eyes again, I was in an Apocalypse world overrun by zombies.

A mechanical System voice informed me, “You transmigrated into the body of a cannon-fodder scientist.”

I frantically asked where my best friend was. The System calmly replied, “She’s the female lead. She’s doing better than you.”

After I begged and pleaded, the System accidentally maxed out my powers, but warned me to keep them hidden and wait for the plot to unfold.

Trapped in a decrepit base with nothing to do, I started catching a few zombies every day to play Fight the Landlord and hide-and-seek.

Then one day, a deafening crash came from outside the base. What?

Pretending to be a weakling is exhausting, but being a powerhouse is awesome?

Hahahahahaha, maxed-out powers are awesome! No, don’t erase me! Hahahahahaha, maxed-out powers are awesome! No, don’t erase me! Hahahahahaha, maxed-out powers are awesome! No, don’t erase me! Hahahahahaha, maxed-out powers are awesome! No, don’t erase me!