Reborn in the Apocalypse: Soul Harvest

The apocalypse, huh? Other people get bitten to death by zombies, but I got smashed to death by a person. As for being reborn, some people in novels get a pocket dimension, and I got one too. But why do everyone else's pocket dimensions grow lush crops and vegetables, while I can't grow a damn thing in mine? No matter, I can still raise living creatures! Why do other people's pocket dimensions have grand mansions, while mine only has a cave to live in? Oh well, the cave is big enough, and my food supplies will last for years. Still, seeing the other pocket dimension lush and green makes me jealous and resentful! What? You're saying you're the owner of the pocket dimension next door? And that our dimensions, which were originally one, can only merge again if we fuse together? What? You're saying that to upgrade our dimensions, we have to collect wandering wronged souls and vengeful ghosts together? I'm scared of ghosts, boss! No, darling, can I skip collecting souls? I can fight zombies! I can make instant noodles! I can even keep your bed warm! Fine, I'll go collect souls... It's still better than having my stamina drained every day until I'm trapped in the dimension and can't get out of bed. Actually, in an apocalypse, helping the souls of zombies move on from their resentment and bitterness is a good thing. A friendly reminder: This story will be made a paid novel on December 16. There will be three chapters released that day. Please keep supporting it!~~~~~ [Rolling around and begging for attention] Now updating daily Please support my new story~~~~ A rebirth story set in the entertainment industry, with romance, a male idol, a fortune to be made, and scumbags getting taken down~~ 2020-03-30 Here's my new story~ Please support it! Theme: