Violet_Melody99

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

The space seemed to freeze at that moment.

Kazren's handsome face like a blade showed a hint of sneer. He glanced into the distance and raised a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that you are lucky today, Atlas." He sneered in a low voice, but there was a trace of unfinished murderous intent in his words.

"I'll give you one day to return what you took away. Otherwise—"

He raised his head, his deep eyes looked over Atlas' shoulder, and he looked at the people below who were already extremely frightened. His voice was not loud, but it exploded in everyone's hearts like thunder.

"This entire base will become the burial place for you and these weaklings."

As soon as the voice fell, the air around him suddenly vibrated, and a space crack opened under his feet like a living thing. He raised his hand slightly and was about to step into the void and leave.

Chapter 191: Oppression, repair and silent determination