My Clash of Clans Can Dominate the Apocalypse

In 2077, a blood moon hangs overhead. Creatures exposed to its light begin mutating one after another. Zombie hordes sweep across the globe, mutated beasts roam the streets, and human civilization collapses overnight.

Lu Chen, an ordinary office drone at a design institute, is trapped in his rented apartment, Unit 704, when the apocalypse breaks out. For three days and three nights, he listens to his neighbors clawing at the door, to screams that never let up, and to the familiar world outside dying bit by bit. On the fourth day, he opens the door, and a voice sounds in his mind:

[Clash of Clans System successfully bound. Welcome home, Chief.]

From one rented apartment to a base, from a kitchen knife to an undying army. Barbarians, Archers, Giants, Wizards, Dragons, P.E.K.K.A.s: the units from his phone screen line up before him and kneel, calling him "Chief." Archer Towers automatically shoot down the wanderers outside the walls. Cannons blast apart the zombie hordes surging in after dark. Elixir flows in bottles, and gold piles up in storage.

While others gnaw on expired biscuits in the ruins, Lu Chen's base is overflowing with rice, flour, cooking oil, and other supplies. While others huddle in corners, trembling, Lu Chen is already clearing an entire apartment building floor by floor alongside a blond, bearded Barbarian. While others kill one another over a bottle of water, Lu Chen's territory raises a second flag.

This is a journey with civilization at stake. Starting from this old residential compound, he will clear the city of every mutated creature and crush every villain. The day his Dragon army takes to the skies will be the day a new civilization rises.