After Being Scammed into Northern Myanmar, the Apocalypse Hit, and I Claimed Northern Myanmar as My Own

I was lured to northern Myanmar with promises of a high salary. Electric batons, water torture, kidney harvesting: every day was hell. Just as they drag me off to be buried alive The global apocalypse arrives. Zombies run rampant, and order collapses. The demonic compound that once imprisoned me becomes my hunting ground. I’ll pay them back a hundredfold with their own electric batons, crush the warlords with guns and artillery, and use zombies as cannon fodder. This time, I’ll become the one and only king of northern Myanmar.