When your teammates throw you into a horde of zombies, you have just transmigrated from the cultivation world, and your spiritual power is gone.
You bite your finger and use your blood to draw a contract array, awakening the only companion who came with you: a shadow marten.
After fighting your way out, you are taken to the largest human base. They think you're some kind of aberration, never realizing that you are this world's creator.
You and the System form an Avengers Alliance, unlock a spirit-beast dimension, and while everyone else struggles to survive the apocalypse, you reclaim the wasteland, farm, build a city, and become its ruler.
🤍 The aloof, abstinent commander Xun Chenlin drapes his military coat over you in the rain. His fingertips brush the rainwater at your neck. "You're so cold." As he pulls his hand back, his finger lingers over your collarbone for a second longer.
🧪 The mad scientist Sheng Zhishu binds you to an experimental table, a cold syringe pressed against your carotid artery. Yet his other hand braces against your waist as he leans close. "Your blood tastes better than the whole apocalypse. Don't move. You're trembling so much, I almost don't want to stick you with the needle."
🗡️ The wandering swordsman Chu Zhaoye holds his blade to your throat but doesn't cut you. He grips your waist and pulls you close, your noses touching. "You smell like the System. What a coincidence, I was thrown away too. Why not take me in?"
🔥 Three men, three kinds of madness. As you tame spirit beasts and develop the infrastructure, you also have to deal with their probing and loss of control.
❤️ The harem of admirers is a battlefield you can't escape, and have no intention of avoiding.
👑 On this wasteland, you decide who kneels and who stands.
