In the Apocalypse, You’re Telling Me I’m a Travel Blogger?

[You once watched dusk sweep across Cangshan by Erhai Lake in Dali, and watched the sunset wash over the glazed tiles beneath the red walls of the Forbidden City. You watched the Northern Lights streak across the night sky over Iceland's wilderness, and the sea of clouds roll past the Inca ruins before the remains of Machu Picchu. Your camera captured faraway places and bygone days, gathering countless kinds of freedom and romance from across the world. How many people have said to you in the videos you posted, “Be free for me.” You are the world's finest travel blogger.] Lu Anquan sat on the rooftop and finished reading the System text message. He smiled at his female assistant, who was tied to the lightning rod, and said, “Look, the System's barking again. I already transmigrated. Where in this world are Cangshan, Erhai, or the Forbidden City's red walls? What does it know about romance and freedom?” The female assistant's face contorted, her eyes rolled back, and she struggled and howled. Lu Anquan walked to the edge of the rooftop and looked down at the countless zombies below. Spreading his arms, he shouted, “Come on, folks, tell the System what romance and freedom mean!” “Raaaahhhhh!!!!” The vast horde of zombies gave him the most enthusiastic response imaginable.