In the Apocalypse, I Built a City on a Giant Beast

Thirty days until the apocalypse, and my turtle can eat crystal cores.

Fan Jingyan awakened a Beast Taming System a month before the apocalypse struck. While everyone else stockpiled food and guns, he stocked up on turtle food, because his Chinese pond turtle, Old Shell, which he'd raised for half a year, was the only creature in the world capable of absorbing crystal cores and evolving.

When the zombies erupted, everyone else's pets mutated into monsters. The first marking appeared on his turtle's shell.

Zombies evolved, mutant beasts rampaged, and superpowered people fought in the skies until heaven and earth blurred. Riding an electric scooter with a basin-sized turtle tucked under his arm, Fan Jingyan fought his way from his residential complex to the provincial settlement, then from the provincial settlement to the ruins of the capital.

While others fought over territory, he made deals. While others built fortresses, he built a mobile city on his turtle's back. While others fought for supremacy, he did business. By the time everyone realized what was happening, that turtle had grown into a city, and Fan Jingyan sat at the highest point of its shell, looking down over the entire apocalyptic world.

“You ask what gives me the right?”

Fan Jingyan patted the turtle's shell and said unhurriedly:

“Because you were all busy evolving, while I was the only one seriously raising a turtle.”

This is the story of one man and one turtle.

From a palm-sized pond turtle to a continent-sized giant carrying a city on its back.

From an office worker who only wanted to survive to the sole rule-maker of the apocalypse.

The apocalypse arrives, and beasts mutate.

And his turtle is slowly growing.