What! The Apocalypse's Big Bad Is a Three-Year-Old Zombie Toddler

Xie Nuannuan returned from a hundred years into the apocalypse. Before she died, she was the last little zombie left on Blue Star!

There were exactly two months left before the apocalypse broke out in full.

The Zombie King who once commanded billions of zombies and terrified all of humanity across the wasteland was now just a wisp of soul floating beside a little toddler, utterly speechless and on the verge of a breakdown.

She stared at her three-year-old self in the flower bed, gleefully poking at a lump of dog poop.

The Zombie King screamed inwardly, wishing she could lose her memory on the spot.

Back then, she'd raised a hand to command a horde of zombies against the insectoid aliens, dominating the apocalypse with unmatched power.

How could her three-year-old self be stupid enough to play with dog poop? So dumb, right?

Suppressing her mortifying fury, she floated up to the little girl, speaking with the Zombie King's trademark condescension and certainty. "Listen up, dummy! The apocalypse is coming in two months. First, the zombie virus will break out. Two years later, alien insectoids will invade! Call your mom, dad, and big brother right now and tell them!"

Three-year-old Xie Nuannuan glanced at her, covered in grime and looking strange. Her little brows knitted together as she instinctively shrank back and said in her baby voice, "So ugly."

The little Zombie King froze for a few seconds, then couldn't help retorting through gritted teeth:

"Hey, dummy! This Zombie King is you, and you are me! If I'm ugly, then so are you. Your whole family is ugly!"

Xie Nuannuan made a pitiful little whimper. "Waaah... you're bullying a child!"

I wanna call the police uncle! I want him to arrest you!

She raised an eyebrow, her voice full of teasing defiance. "Fine, call him right now. If you don't, you're a puppy!"

With a dummy like you, I might as well tell the police about the apocalypse myself.