I Turned Out to Be the Source of All Zombies

[The main story is complete! The next novel is "After I Started Treating the Cool, Real Young Master Like a Power Bank". The blurb is at the end.]

Zhou Shuike spent many years searching.

In his long imaginings, the “mother body” might be a monster, or perhaps a weapon.

Then one day, his enemy’s younger brother stood before him, a wary boy with youthful features. “Mr. Zhou.”

In that instant, the longing for someone of the same origin, deep in his blood, began to howl. Zhou Shuike went mad.

Before hatred came a greed that left him panicked and helpless.

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Ming Ye had always thought his immediate superior was a strange man.

He was powerful and influential, formidable yet cold. And yet this very man insisted on sleeping on the floor of Ming Ye’s single room, and even collected the self-criticism essays Ming Ye had written as a student.

Zhou Shuike never explained himself, and never crossed the line.

Near enough to touch, far enough to keep you guessing: the perfect trap.

Finally, in the dead of night, Ming Ye gazed at the man who had all the power and wealth in the world and asked softly:

“Mr. Zhou, d-do you want me?”

In the darkness, the usually untouchable man trembled all over.

The long-suppressed inferiority and madness in his eyes finally broke free.

It wasn’t surveillance. It wasn’t a power struggle.

So...

He could touch him, claim him openly, and make him his?

[An unbelievably strong, utterly clueless, straightforward zombie-origin recipient × A seemingly aloof and restrained giver who is actually insecure and dark, and spends every day desperately suppressing his obsessive possessiveness]

Forthcoming novel: "After I Started Treating the Cool, Real Young Master Like a Power Bank"

01

Song Xingmian spent eighteen years as a dazzling young master of a prominent family, until the real young master, Chen Sui, was found. Only then did he realize he was nothing but an impostor who had benefited at someone else’s expense.

Their fortunes reversed, and the flattery of the past turned to cold mockery.

Everyone waited to see the fallen golden canary sink into the mud and become fair game for anyone to trample.

Then one night, a chilly voice rang out from the depths of his mind:

“Want to return to the heights? Get close to Chen Sui.”

“Touch his fingertips, undo his hair tie, make him lose his resolve over you... and I’ll lend you power that reaches the heavens.”

Song Xingmian couldn’t resist the temptation.

With his ears red, he tried to preserve his former dignity as he shamelessly moved closer.

His pursuit of that cool, upright gentleman became a scandalous rumor whispered about throughout the academy.

But no one expected this talentless, useless fake young master to defy fate and rise all the way to the top

Taking first place in the great examination, sought after by the immortal sects, and famous throughout the upper realm.

He even secretly devoured the noble-born real young master, leaving nothing behind.

02

The truth couldn’t stay hidden forever.

At the grand ceremony, the demonic energy surging within Song Xingmian was exposed before everyone. The entire hall was stunned.

Praise instantly turned to contempt.

Everyone called him an evil cultivator who used sex to drain his partners’ vital essence. They pitied Chen Sui, a man as bright and unsullied as moonlight, for being harassed and humiliated by someone so vile.

Song Xingmian’s secret was exposed in disgrace. That night, he was expelled from his family, stripped of every title, and fled in misery to the snow-covered mountains.

In a ruined temple, snow howled outside and dry branches snapped.

Unhurried footsteps approached from behind.

Trembling all over, Song Xingmian turned around, expecting the immortal sects to come and kill him. Instead, he was violently thrown into an embrace that was both icy and scorching.

Long, jade-like fingers gripped his chin and forced his head up.

The Demon Lord who had whispered temptations in his mind day and night spoke, and in that instant his voice merged with the cold sneer of the gentleman before him

“Why are you running?”

Chen Sui bent down, repressed crimson desire surging in his eyes.

“You flirt with me by day and beg me at night... Now that you’ve borrowed my power, you think you can just leave?”

Only then did Song Xingmian realize in horror:

The Demon Lord who had tempted him into mischief night after night was none other than the secret obsession and desire of this lofty, untouchable beauty.

03

Chen Sui had known for a long time that he was the real young master of the Song family, lost to them years ago.

But he was already the renowned master of the Wanxi Pavilion. He had left the mortal world behind and had never once thought of returning to claim his family name.

Until the Lantern Festival that year.

At the bridge by the painted pleasure boat, he came upon a young master hiding in the shadows, crying because of his poor aptitude.

He sniffled, spoiled and willful, but when he raised his eyes to the sea of lanterns, they glittered with a refusal to accept his fate.

One glimpse, and a heart demon took root.

So the usually dispassionate master of the Wanxi Pavilion made the boldest decision of his life

He concealed his cultivation, became an ordinary creature in a pond, and returned to the Song family as the real young master, willing to take second place.

04

“Aren’t you usually so bold?”

The ruined temple was dim. The incense before the altar had not yet burned out, and the Buddha looked down with lowered eyes.

Chen Sui slipped his fingers beneath Song Xingmian’s collar and laid them against his heaving chest. He pinned the trembling man against the altar, drawing a stifled shiver from him.

“Why, in front of the Buddha, can’t you even say my name without trembling like this?”

[Reading Guide]

A proud and ambitious, wily-but-clumsy flirtatious recipient (Song Xingmian) × A seemingly restrained, untouchable beauty who is secretly a dark, unhinged split personality (Chen Sui)

[The ‘I Don’t Want Him’ Turns Into ‘I Can’t Live Without Him’ Rule]+ [Secret Identity Revealed in a Chaotic Showdown]+ [The Giver’s Groveling Redemption]

The giver is already formidable before returning to the family (a leader in his own right). He returns for the recipient.

The Demon Lord is the giver’s dark side, forcibly severed and suppressed (a personification of his kinks). They are fundamentally the same person and will eventually merge. One-on-one, happy ending.

The giver orchestrates the whole thing and manipulates himself into falling for the recipient, creating the ultimate trap. After his identity is revealed and his scheme backfires, he turns into an unhinged attack dog and grovels for forgiveness.

The recipient truly awakens and fights back later on. He doesn’t suffer in silence; this is unapologetically satisfying wish fulfillment.

Message: Where life cannot reach, love will carry on.