Doomsday: My Sister Died Tragically, and I Brought the Whole World to Accompany Her

On the night of the outbreak of Plasmodium T, Johnstown turned into a slaughterhouse. The United Alliance moved quickly—the walls went up overnight. Not to save people. It's to shut down hell. Five million lives were thrown into the cage alive. Five years later, a teenager took his sister's hand and used explosives to tear a hole in the wall. They escaped. But what greeted them was not the sun, but the muzzle of a gun. Countless guns. "Go back." These were the three most sarcastic words he had ever heard in his life. The moment the sister fell, a bloody flower exploded in her head, and the expression on the young man's face also died. He hugged the small, still warm body and walked back into the wall step by step. A voice came from behind, as if crawling out of the abyss: "Do you hate it?" "Do you want it all to burn down?" He didn't hesitate. "I want the end." That day, John City lost a young man who was desperately trying to survive. One more—— A king who even zombies must kneel down to worship. --- [Ding! The hatred value is off the charts, and the taboo system is unlocked! [You get: Original T Source Body·Blood of Disaster. From then on, zombies are his soldiers and fear is his weapon. United Alliance? Starting from Sunset City, they were demolished one by one. Those gentlemen from Tiandu? Wash your neck and wait. The world owed him a life—and he would take an entire era to pay it back.