The Last Bus to the Immortal Realm

When the apocalypse arrived, I boarded the bus rumored to be bound for the Immortal Realm.

I thought I could escape the zombie hordes, but instead I was forced to jump back and forth between the apocalypse and the Immortal Realm.

The cultivators of the Immortal Realm see me as a scourge, while humanity in the apocalypse calls me its savior.

Then I discovered the truth about the apocalypse in an ancient book from the Immortal Realm:

The so-called zombie virus is nothing more than a selection program used by the upper realm to weed out failures.

And the bus I’m riding is the recycling vehicle that transports “scrap”…