Reborn for revenge + face-slapping + zombies + cultivation
In my past life, I groveled before a two-faced green tea girl and helped out the neighbors, only to be betrayed by my girlfriend and carved up for stew by the neighbors.
Reborn three days before the apocalypse, I got my hands on 99 vials of Meridian-Opening Elixir.
I livestream cooking to make the neighbors drool, then feed the food to my dog instead of giving them any.
A lawyer wants to lecture me about the law? The world's ended. Who gives a damn about the law?
A doctor wants to trade food? My inner power lets me heal myself. I don't need you.
A frail woman tries to guilt-trip me? I haven't forgotten the day she pinned me down.
I'll wear my enemies down one by one until they die. My ex-girlfriend will regret it until the end of her days.
No fortress? No problem. I have a cultivation unlike anyone else's, so I'll just take one.
I've absorbed all 99 vials. My fighting strength knows no bounds.
Zombie kings? Insectoids? A world full of powerful fighters?
Bring it on.
I only believe in two things: the blade in my hand, and the dog in front of me.
