Five months into her pregnancy, the apocalypse came and her husband disappeared. I just want to survive with my three-year-old son, but he is bound to the [Villain Blackening System], tapping the map with a milk bottle every day, shouting in a milky voice: "Mom, the system said, if we don't kill this zombie general today, the supply of milk powder will be cut off." What's even more terrible is that that zombie general... Seems to be my husband.
