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Indulge in Apocalypse

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A wise sage once said— “Within a human lies the power to build worlds and the instinct to burn them down.“ In year 2035, humans gained access to technologies unknown to them, some they were not worthy of yet. And what do humans do when they gain power they are unworthy of—They destroy. And so they did, they started the Apocalypse with their very own hands. ... Reed was an unremarkable guy thrown into the apocalypse to survive—barely clinging to life in a zombie-infested world for ten long years. No superpowers, no protagonist halo, Just scars, regret, and a personal grudge against canned beans. [A/N: They smell like sh*t!!] And then he died, all while going nuts. When Reed opened his eyes again, he found himself back six months before the apocalypse and he was already aware of exactly how the world was about to fall apart. While society argued about rumors and governments issued reassurances, Reed quietly stockpiled food, weapons, medicine, generators, and enough toilet paper to be mistaken as a salesman doing shady deals. When the apocalypse arrived, Others screamed, ran, died or even worse, bacame one of the zombies. But Reed had already prepared for the apocalypse, drinking the coke in his hand, he sighed. “Human... Restrained by desires, by fear, by hunger, by will that's sheer. Cannot ascend to godhood but only remain as mere.~” Elise: What a hypocrite. (눈_눈) But soon, Reed realized he wasn't the protagonist of the world, because there were other protagonist, growing like cancer. So did he decides to do? To crumble the bud before it grows. Some with deception, some with trickery and some with sheer strength. As the world collapsed, Reed thrived—farming zombies, looting protagonists, and casually walking through disaster zones like a man running errands. While others fought tooth and nail for scraps, Reed cooked hot meals, slept on clean sheets. But something was off, the people meant to “save humanity” kept failing. The heroines meant to follow chosen saviors kept drifting his way. Now, as mutated hordes evolve, human factions clash, and so-called Children of Heaven rise to claim the future, Reed indulge in his luxuries, watching the world burn in peace. Reed: “I already survived the apocalypse long enough. Now… Reed shall enjoy it, transcend it.” Zombie Apocalypse|Villain|R-18|Reborn MC|Fighting child of heaven|Harem|Comedic|Weak to strong|
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