To Survive in the Apocalypse, I Awakened My Talent for Beast Control

Doomsday wasteland, global mutation. Su Ming made a contract with a palm-sized turtle - it could do nothing but water. Everyone said he was a joke. Until that day, the first spring gushes out of the turtle's back. Until that day, ancient writing appeared on the tortoise shell. Until that turtle, with its roar, drove back the tide of millions of beasts. Only then did Su Ming understand—— What he contracts is never useless. But the last creator god of this world.