Lying Flat in the Apocalypse, My Maid Is a Zombie

The apocalypse arrives. While others are fighting to the death over a piece of bread, I’m using the System to purify zombie girls.

As the zombie horde bears down on the city and the survivors at the stronghold wait for death in despair,

my head maid says coolly, “You’re disturbing the master’s afternoon tea.”

In the next instant, a million zombies are reduced to ash.