Coffaero

Jannah is a Countess in the Starlian Kingdom. She's known for her achievements in the battlefield, mercilessly ending her enemies and protecting her people.

All for the peace and glory of the kingdom.
 
"Run! They're swarming all over the place!"
 
"Just leave! I already got bitten...!" 
 
"I can't leave without you!" 
 
 
However, all the blood sheds in the battlefield became useless when an outbreak befell the kingdom. 

Doom and betrayal hang in the air, following her like the plague. 

The apocalypse forced her to shed blood once again, under the guise of protecting her loved ones. 
 
Although, something happened that wasn't supposed to happen on her second run in life. 
  
[Initializing.....]
 
[System activated!]
 
[System scanning player's status...]
 
[Please enter your name:_____]
 
"What is this thing in front of me? This thing didn't appear in my first life!" 
 
With chaos going around her, Jannah started her journey with a newfound thing called "system" to protect her people from the zombies.
 



 
If you're not a fan of the list below then please click away. 

— Turtle progression.
— Gore.
— Same-sex relationships.
— Questionable life choices (by MC).

The Countess Lives Twice in the Apocalypse

The walk towards the front gate were shorter than Jannah expected, but she is not complaining. She walked towards the dead man and stared down at him, eyeing his pool of blood.

"Do you want to bury him?" Duke Eulicies stepped to her side and stared at the body.

"If it's not too much to ask for." Jannah turned to him and forced a smile, "He helped us out by writing down what happened in his log book— well, I don't even know if he was the blacksmith, but considering that he has the key. I'm assuming that he was the blacksmith of the town."

"So you want to bury him as a thank you?" Duke Eulicies blinked owlishly as he look back at the body, "Must be nice.."

Jannah raised an eyebrow at that. What did he mean by that? Does he want to get bitten by the zombies, get killed by her little sister, and get buried?

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