I Opened a Door in the Apocalypse

Please add my new story to your favorites: Forced to Cross-Dress as a Woman in a Horror World -------------Story blurb------------- He opens his eyes and finds himself back at the beginning of the apocalypse, thrown into a horde of zombies by his uncle? Of course he'll repay every blow in kind, blood for blood. The next second: "Ding! Your apocalypse teleportation function has been activated." A world of endless freezing cold, where the frozen earth can no longer grow crops, plants and animals mutate, and humanity struggles to survive as people awaken companion beasts. Upon landing, Yun Zhao quickly retracts his claws. Realizing that his powers are stuck and won't work, he obediently pretends to have amnesia and clings stubbornly to the powerful man's leg. The powerful man is great in every way, except that his tongue is sharp and his bite is vicious. He's a bit hard to deal with. While worrying every day about how to handle him, the power stuck inside his belly suddenly turns into a little green ball of fluff? Looking at its vivid color, he hears another ding in his mind: "Your apocalypse teleportation function has been activated. Would you like to return to the zombie apocalypse, dear?" With the powerful man's brutal probing putting him in danger, he nods without hesitation. Let's go, let's get out of here! The powerful man, who has worked so hard to feed him and give him treasures, sneers: "Trying to run? Not a chance!" Scheming, sharp-tongued, tough gong x mischievous fox shou I've revised the blurb. No pregnancy, and the ball of fluff wasn't born either. The shou is reborn first, then transmigrates. Two apocalypse worlds, traveling between them: a bioweapon zombie-virus world x a global-cooling survival crisis [superpowers x companion beasts] Shou-focused ---------My upcoming story, Forced to Cross-Dress as a Woman in a Horror World, is open for preorders--------- [Welcome to the horror world] [Hey, want to go on a blind date? The kind where you die if it doesn't work out!] [Our goal is to find you a partner. Two years, three babies!!!] Gu Xueci is forced into a bizarre, bloody matchmaking dungeon. Across from him, there's a male skeleton on the left, a male zombie on the right, and a hideous, misshapen freak in the middle. And he's sitting on the women's side, wearing a dress. Gu Xueci: ? [Friendly reminder: Keep your secret identity hidden and play your role as a female guest!] Feeling that his little brother is completely unresponsive, Gu Xueci says, "..." I'll take your dad! A few days later, the dungeon collapses and the world spins. The dungeon's consciousness sees a striking young man stepping out, bloodied, with a figure looming beside him, and lets out a shrill scream. He really did seduce my 'dad'!! * A high-level matchmaking dungeon nearly collapses as soon as it comes into being. What secret is it hiding? A newcomer suddenly appears in the top ten of the survivor rankings. What kind of shady deal is behind it? And who is responsible for the sudden paper-figure disaster in the Thirteen Cities? Those in the know tremble: There's a beautiful, twisted, not-quite-human guy who kills people when the matchmaking dungeon won't pair them up!!! The ghosts are in an uproar. Who would dare ruin the god's playground? Aren't they afraid of having their souls scattered to the winds? Until, during a faction battle in an S-rank horror dungeon, the striking young man is surrounded by ghosts and spits out a mouthful of blood. The world tears apart, and the dome collapses. The horror world's most powerful dungeon master lowers his gaze from the sky, wiping the blood from the young man's lips with pale fingertips. "Beg me. Kiss me. Hold me." "Make my soul scatter to the winds." P.S. Cool, beautiful shou and obsessive ghost-god gong P.S. My completed story, The Interstellar Private Kitchen of an Immortal Chef, is ready to read. P.P.S. It's not easy being a new author, so please go easy on me. Feel free to discuss the plot, but please be gentle. I'm very sensitive and it takes me a long time to recover. Theme: Even in difficult times, never give up trying, and make sure to keep living.