My name is Lin Mo. I’m 26, a web novelist who transmigrated into the apocalypse and awakened the “Writing as the Way” System.
Zombies run rampant, superpowered people command fire and water, and armed legions unleash a storm of bullets.
I can recite poetry to kill zombies. One “Quiet Night Thoughts” takes out five at once, but higher-level zombies evolve at an alarming rate.
The Superpower Alliance has put a bounty on me. Blood Butcher is hunting me, and the Corpse Whisperer fears my words.
Poems are ranked Mortal, Spirit, Saint, and Divine. The more I can recite, the deadlier they become.
From a lazy slacker to humanity’s savior, I sip goji berries from my thermos and complain that I’m “taking a huge loss,” while my “Bring in the Wine” levels entire zombie hordes.
Knowledge is power? This time, I’m guaranteed to come out ahead.
