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Imagine this: I’m Li Wei, heir to one of China’s most powerful families. Wealth? Check. Power? Check. Perfect girlfriend? Check. Life is great, right? Yeah, until the world decides to throw a massive tantrum and end it all.

One minute, I’m planning to propose to the love of my life, and the next? Apocalypse. Earthquakes, tornadoes, and then—zombies. Because, of course. Oh, and did I mention my so-called friends and girlfriend betrayed me? Yeah, they threw me to the zombies while they zoomed away in their shiny car. Thanks a lot, guys.

You’d think that’s where the story ends, but nope. Plot twist: I wake up two weeks before the apocalypse with all the knowledge of what’s coming. Now I get a second chance to not be an idiot.

But here’s where it gets even weirder. There’s this soldier who tried to save me right before the world fell apart. He died. I died. Everyone died. But I’m back—so is he, sort of. He’s like this half-human, half-zombie thing, and, surprise surprise, he’s here to help me survive and get revenge.

Oh, and did I mention I’ve got these awesome thunder powers? Plus, I’ve got a mysterious system giving me the power to build a base. So now, not only do I have to survive the apocalypse, but I also have to raise these two adorable yet totally creepy twins who somehow popped into my life. They’ve got their own weird powers too. Yikes.

Now, I’m not just trying to survive—I’m going to protect the twins, take down the people who betrayed me, and rebuild my life, one thunder-powered explosion at a time. So, yeah. Chaos. The apocalypse. Betrayal. Zombies. Robots. And a very dysfunctional family. What’s not to love?

Doomsday Rewind: The Last Stronghold

📢 Breaking News: My Writing Schedule is as Unreliable as My Bank Account 📢

Dear beloved readers, impatient souls, and those who have somehow decided to stick with my chaotic storytelling,

It is time for an official announcement (yes, you read that right—this is me attempting to be professional).

After much deep thinking (which involved me staring at the ceiling for hours and questioning my life choices), I have come to a firm decision:

From now on, I will ONLY be posting five chapters at a time whenever I update. That's right, five! Not four, not six—just five. Why? Because my brain refuses to cooperate beyond that, and my fingers start protesting like underpaid workers after typing too much.

Now, before anyone asks, "When will the next update be?" … The answer is: I have absolutely no idea.

It could be tomorrow. It could be next week. It could be when aliens finally visit Earth and give me advanced writing technology. Who knows? My ideas come and go like a WiFi signal in the middle of a thunderstorm—unpredictable and mostly unavailable when needed.

But what I do know for sure is this: I am BROKE.

So broke that even my imaginary bank account is in the negatives.

So broke that if being broke was a crime, I'd be serving a life sentence.

So broke that if I dropped my wallet, the only thing that would come out is dust and disappointment.

If inspiration came with a paycheck, I'd be living in a mansion by now. But alas, I am fueled only by caffeine, bad decisions, and the occasional existential crisis. So, if you ever wonder why I take so long to update, just know that I'm either busy fighting writer's block, staring into the abyss of poverty, or waiting for my creativity to return from whatever vacation it decided to take.

No fixed schedule (because my brain is allergic to planning).

Please be patient (or at least pretend to be).

If you see me panhandling for creativity, just throw me a random idea and walk away.

That's all for now, folks! Until inspiration strikes again, just re-read the previous chapters, cry over cliffhangers, or join me in pretending to be productive.

With love, chaos, and an empty wallet,

Your favorite inconsistent and broke writer 💀

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