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Liora had everything, silk gowns softer than clouds, and eleven royal brothers who treated her like a jewel. Her days were filled with naps and banquets, her biggest worry being whether sapphire blue matched better with her crown than royal gold.

But fate had a cruel sense of humor.

One night, she fell asleep in her warm bed with wine in her hand. The next, she woke up in a nightmare. A world ravaged by zombies. Smoke and ash filled the air. The ground was stained with blood. Her palace? Gone. Her servants? Gone. Her status? Worthless.

The only thing that remained? Her will to survive.

With no training, no supplies, and no clue how to swing a weapon, she was thrown straight into the depths of hell, until a cold mechanical voice echoed in her mind.

[Welcome, Host. You have activated the Overlord System.]

It sounded powerful, promising... until she learned the truth. She had no abilities, no resources, and a system that cared more about giving her impossible missions and drowning her in cosmic debt than helping her stay alive.

While others awakened fire or telekinesis, she was stuck dodging Level 2 zombies with nothing but her fists and pure desperation. Every fight was a gamble. Every step forward cost blood, sweat, or worse—sanity.

Yet she rose. She built her own base from scratch. Controlled supplies. Built a black market network in the ruins. People started to follow her, fear her, and even rely on her.

And then he showed up.

The aloof, deadly awakened one who never cared for others—until her. With piercing eyes and unmatched power, he could destroy armies. But when he tried to get close, to protect her, to understand her, Liora was too busy reinforcing her walls and negotiating food rations to entertain his brooding charm.

He said he wanted to fight beside her. She said, "Unless you're here to dig trenches or clear zombies, move aside."

He brought her rare supplies—medicine, clean water, even a working generator.

She didn’t blink. "Bribing me with electricity? Cute. Now get in line with the others if you want shelter."

Because in this world, there was no room for love when survival was still uncertain.

But love, like the undead, is persistent.

Trigger Warning: Violence, Gore, System Abuse, Psychological Trauma, Romantic Tension.

Apocalypse: Transmigrated with an Overlord System

After the convenience store was successfully built, the ground returned to calm and everything was normal. The setting sun shone obliquely, and the afterglow fell on the sign of "Dawn Convenience Store," soft and warm. There seemed to be a touch of fireworks in the air.

Standing not far away, Liora looked at the gradually taking shape in front of her, and a soft satisfaction rose in her heart. She sat down gently, leaned on the old metal chair, and rubbed her forehead.

"It's almost... I can really have a complete base."

The convenience store is the starting point, but she knows that this is not enough.

She doesn't want to manage this land personally, nor does she want to worry about various trivial matters every day. Her goal is clear—to establish an automatically running system, a "management center" that can automatically allocate tasks, formulate rules, redeem rewards, and accept new residents.

Chapter 154: The Backbone of Controlling the Overall Situation