Please Live Well: My Zombie Emperor

The day I developed the antidote to the zombie virus, my sister pushed me into the zombie swarm. Her smile was as bright as a flower: "Sister, your credit goes to me." The moment the corpse wave swallowed me up, I saw the senior I had a crush on for many years turn and leave. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to three months before the virus outbreak. This time, I disclosed all the data in advance and watched them compete for "credit" with a smile. And when the real wave of world-destroying zombies comes, and they hold useless potions and scream in despair, The new zombie army stood behind me and asked softly: "Now, who is the savior of mankind?"