Doomsday: My Sister Died Horribly, So I'll Take the Whole World Down with Me

The night the T-virus outbreak began, John City became a slaughterhouse. The United Alliance acted fast: a towering wall sprang up overnight. Not to save anyone, but to keep hell locked inside. Five million lives were thrown into a cage, left to die. Five years later, a boy took his little sister's hand and blasted a hole in the wall. They escaped. But what greeted them wasn't sunlight. It was gun barrels. Countless guns. “Go back.” Those were the three most ironic words he'd ever heard. The moment his sister fell, her head bursting in a spray of blood, the expression on the boy's face died with her. Cradling her small, still-warm body, he walked back through the wall, step by step. A voice came from behind him, as if crawling out of the abyss: “Do you hate them?” “Do you want to burn it all... to the ground?” He didn't hesitate. “I want the apocalypse.” That day, John City lost a boy who had desperately wanted to live. And gained a... King before whom even zombies would kneel. [Ding! Hatred value has maxed out. Forbidden System unlocked!] [You have obtained: Primordial T-Source, Blood of Calamity.] From then on, zombies were his soldiers, and fear was his weapon. The United Alliance? He'd tear it down one city at a time, starting with Sunset City. Those bigwigs in Tiandu? They could get their necks ready. This world owed him a life. He would make an entire era repay the debt.