American Horror: I Create Undead in America

As soon as Chen Nuo opened his eyes, he realized that in 1865, Thomas McCormick, the son of a forestry owner in Missouri, USA, had just had his parents killed by a five-meter-tall blue-gray giant ape. Half of his house collapsed and there was no penny left on his account. The good news is that the giant ape is dying too. The bad news is... It is now lying in the mark on the back of his left hand, turning into an absolutely obedient undead puppet. Chen Nuo, an ordinary college student in the 21st century, achieved his highest achievement in his life by staying up all night to clear three stand-alone games. Now I am squatting in a dilapidated forest farm in the 19th century, guarding two horses, one cow, half a bag of flour and a piece of bacon, thinking seriously about the same question: How can I feed this beast that is eight times bigger than me? The answer is to go hunting. It took Taitan ten minutes to carry back a two-hundred-pound wild boar and a sika deer, and ate them completely, not even the bones or dregs were left. This is a fucking meal. Chen Nuo looked at the sky and swallowed. There is a giant brown bear lurking in the darkness in the wilderness, and the witcher in the town has already smelled it and touched it. And his only trump card is the gray-black swirling pattern on the back of his hand, which can refine living creatures into undead puppets that are absolutely obedient. The rules in this land are simple: either eat or be eaten. Chen Nuo chose the third path. He turned every vicious beast that fell in front of him into his own workers, and then forcibly created an army of the undead in this wild land of America. The big question right now: What will Titan eat for his next meal?