[Delicate, sickly office worker turns into a Words of Power wielder x Loyal, rough-hewn, overpowered zombie fighter]
Song Hanxing was an overlooked nobody at his workplace. His greatest wish was to make himself a few million, then slap his resignation letter in his boss's face.
Before his wish could come true, he had the bad luck to transmigrate to the apocalypse. Zombies were everywhere, monsters ran rampant, and the few humans left were eking out a miserable existence in bunkers.
Song Hanxing, a modern office worker who struggled even to turn on a faucet, thought: I might as well just die. But then, to his surprise, he got bound to a Words of Power cultivation System.
Song Hanxing stood atop a ruined high-rise and roared at the heavens. The gods really have opened their eyes!!
Only later did he realize that other people's Words of Power made things happen as they spoke, while his did exactly the opposite.
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So while everyone else was frantically running for their lives, they saw Song Hanxing tell a lumpy monster covered in pustules and fleshy growths:
"Be careful. Don't go falling to your death. Hey! Watch out! Don't split apart."
The mass of flesh opened its blood-filled maw at him, then stepped on a banana peel. "Whoosh! Smack!" It broke into countless pieces.
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Song Hanxing murmured to a giant vine covered in countless human faces:
"Grow up strong and healthy. Don't eat random things, and don't play with fire. You know playing with fire makes you wet the bed, right?"
The next second, the vine charged straight toward the flames. Countless faces wailed as they vanished in the fire.
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While everyone else was so hungry they were chewing tree bark, Song Hanxing stuck a potato in the ground and muttered:
"I really don't like potatoes. They grow slowly, and they're watery and tasteless."
In the barren, infertile earth, potato vines spread wildly. Before their very eyes, the potatoes grew and ripened, with a soft, sweet flavor fit for immortals.
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Actually... well, the apocalypse isn't so bad after all.
Thanks to his incredible jinxing abilities, Song Hanxing managed to live a peaceful life in the apocalypse and even gained a little brother.
His little brother couldn't talk and was a bit slow on his feet, but he sure was handsome!
As a hardcore pretty-boy enthusiast who loved going to gay bars, Song Hanxing thought: There aren't any handsome guys around for me to admire in this world. What's wrong with keeping a pretty ornament at home?
But why is this pretty ornament getting so pushy?
Huh? He's climbing into my bed?
"Stay away from me! Get down!!" Song Hanxing yelped, clutching his blanket tight.
As soon as the words left his mouth, the pretty ornament's broad, solid chest covered him completely, his knee pressed against Song Hanxing's thigh. The distance between them was now zero.
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Damn it! Song Hanxing had forgotten! He couldn't just say whatever he wanted!
Theme: Saving each other and growing together
