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

[Congratulations, Player Jannah!]

The Countess raised an eyebrow at the system when she read the text, looking away from her hands to look at it.

The leopards have just finished climbing the mountains and she could not feel anything dangerous around them anymore.

Just as they were about to go down the mountain to go to their original destination, the system have congratulated her out of nowhere and it confused her.

The system seem to know what was on her mind because it quickly replaced the congratulations text.

She stopped walking down the mountain, freezing as she stared at the text.

Companion? She does not know why, but she looked at the mother leopard who looked back at her because she stopped walking.

[Reward for side mission (A Leopard's cubs) can be equip!]

Equipped? She stared at the system with furrowed eyebrows, not fully grasping what it means.

Thirty-four