When the Blood Rain Fell, I Became the Lord of the Corpse Clan After Death

[Power Fantasy] [Multiple Female Leads] [Zombie Apocalypse] [Ability Awakening] [Spiritual Qi Revival] [Decisive and Ruthless] [Fast Harem Progression] [Lustful and Selfish, but with Some Limits]

Blood rain falls from the sky, and nine billion people across the globe turn into walking corpses.

I died. My heart stopped beating.

But it seems I didn't completely die.

I just became a little different.

I don't breathe or have a heartbeat, and my body is colder than a corpse. I seem to have turned into a zombie.

But I can actually command zombies. Looking on the bright side, at least I'm the boss of the zombies.

I also awakened an absurdly powerful devouring ability: whatever my hand touches crumbles to dust.

The dogs that turned into zombies, the thugs blocking the road, the disobedient troublemakers: I devoured them all.

The more I devour, the stronger I get.

Some call me a demon. Others call me a savior.

I'm neither.

I'm just an ordinary person who died once and doesn't want to die again.

I take in beautiful women through "an equal exchange": I protect you, and you belong to me.

I recruit subordinates by "not keeping dead weight": if you can work, you stay; if you want trouble, you die.

In this world, morality and conscience are worthless.

Being alive is what matters.

As for why there's a beautiful female celebrity, a cold and aloof female CEO, a deranged female doctor, and a pair of twin sisters behind me...

I didn't do it on purpose.

I just didn't want them to end up in someone else's hands.

Touch what's mine, and you die.

That includes those who turned into zombies. I'll eat every last one of you.

So what if my heart stopped?

All that matters is that I'm alive.

Even as a nonhuman, I'm living better than anyone.