I’m the Zombie King’s Nanny

“You call yourselves immortal, yet you lock knowledge away in texts that must be memorized by rote. It’s downright pitifully stupid!”

Facing the lofty Ladder Enforcers and the master teachers of the Nanny Guild, I casually drew a pulley system and a petri dish on the ground.

They cut off my food, hoping to watch me and eight little ones starve to death in the soil-less depths.

What they didn’t know was that this “short-lived bug” had the accumulated wisdom of five thousand years of civilization in my head.

When my students use physics to crush martial experts and biology to grow outrageously expensive vegetables, those immortals who once mocked me all kneel and beg me to take their children as students.