Apocalipse: Começando como Imperador dos Mortos-Vivos
Na vida passada, Qi Fengling foi um “cachorrinho” apaixonado por três anos, arriscando a própria vida para entregar à deusa o último pouco de comida que lhe restava. Isso não só não lhe rendeu nenhuma
“Qi Fengling, weren’t you supposed to bring food? Why haven’t you come yet? Yingying and I are starving and about to faint.”
“Qi Fengling, where have you gone?”
“Qi Fengling, are you playing dead? Don’t think you can get away with pretending to be dead! I’ll give you three more seconds—if you don’t respond, don’t ever expect Yingying to pay you any attention again.”
“Qi Fengling, if I had known you were this kind of person, I wouldn’t have kept praising you in front of Yingying. She barely started to like you, and you don’t even appreciate it.”
The messages on the phone screen kept flooding in relentlessly, and in just a short while, the unread count had soared to over ninety-nine.
Qi Fengling, his vision blurry, glanced at it briefly before tossing the phone aside with disgust.
His head throbbed painfully, a sharp ache accompanied by an onslaught of memories rushing through his mind.
Hadn’t he just defeated the Zombie Emperor? Where was this place?
He lifted his head, and the cluttered room, along with a bright red calendar, came into view—July 7, 2035. Was this not the seventh day since the apocalypse began?
Had he traveled back in time?
As Qi Fengling marveled at this realization, confusion clouded his mind. Three minutes later, he gradually regained clarity.
After assimilating memories from two lifetimes, Qi Fengling finally accepted the truth: he had truly been reborn.
Reborn back to the seventh day since the global apocalypse began.
On July 1, the worldwide zombie crisis