Chen Xiaoyun, an orphan from Guangzhou, China, once met a girl who looked remarkably like him. Before he could learn more about her, a deadly virus was unleashed around the globe.

Humans turned into creatures straight out of video games and movies, and zombies and mutants roamed the streets with no one to stop them.

From tanks to jockeys to even invisible zombies and mutated dogs. The mutations are just endless.

"Why is there a zombie apocalypse just as I find my family? And why can I suddenly create things from thin air?"

Will Xiaoyun survive the chaos with the new people he meets along the way? Will he use his newfound abilities to bring peace to a devastated world?

Or perhaps he will just take another nap in the bed like a lazy pig——

"Shut up. How am I supposed to do anything when you keep throwing women at me?"

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Author's note:
The main character grows as the story develops. Although he's very naive from the beginning, he matures a lot as the story progresses. 

There is no NTR or Yuri unless you consider the main character's woman sharing his 'stuff' in a threesome as Yuri, in which case I have nothing for you. 

Some of the love interests are related to the main character.

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Zombie Apocalypse: Creation

The next day, I was told to rest at home. I told both of them that I was completely fine, but they didn't trust me.

Even when I removed the bandages and revealed the healed scar on my chest, they still made me stay home.

I was stuck tutoring my younger sister as they all went to work... What is there to learn about, you may ask?

Writing, reading, math, and science.

My dad wasn't going to let my younger sister grow up illiterate. He had been making me tutor her on my free time ever since the outbreak started.

"Hey, Bro, can you just do this for me?" My sister pleaded as she dropped her pencil in frustration.

"Keep dreaming. I'm going to tell Dad and Mom if you ask me about it one more time," I responded in a grumpy tone.

"Okay, okay. Geez. I was just asking..."

As my younger sister picked up the pencil once again, my mind was still fixated on the booklet's last message.

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