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Synopsis Translation:
Zombies + Natural Disasters + Superpowers + Divine Beasts + Beauties + Spatial Ability + Ruthless Resolve + Empire Building
 
When the apocalypse strikes, a cataclysmic ice age engulfs the planet. As the frost retreats, a zombie virus ravages humanity. Before survivors can catch their breath, mega-tsunamis drown continents into aquatic wastelands. Then the Earth transforms again - scorching temperatures evaporate oceans, leaving a global desert. Just when humanity thinks the nightmare is over... alien invaders descend.
 
The cruelest twist? Every human starts with only one year of chrono-energy. When it depletes, you die. To survive, you must scavenge both resources and precious time-energy while dodging endless catastrophes.
 
Xiao Yang, reborn with his spatial powers intact, gets a 10-day head start before doomsday. Now he's:
• Hoarding apocalyptic-scale supplies
• Building luxury bunkers
• Customizing armored super-trucks and mega-yachts
• Preparing to rewrite the rules of survival
 
(An epic saga of survival, betrayal, and unimaginable twists!)

Reborn as the Doomsday Tycoon: My Zombie Apocalypse Harem

Wang Min's face reddened beneath smeared mascara as Zhou Fei—scion of Liangrun Meats—froze mid-stride. "Xiao... Xiao zong?"

The restaurant's ambient chatter died. Mu Wanqing watched realization dawn on Zhou Fei's face—the same man who'd groveled that morning over a ¥700 million wire transfer now stood paralyzed before his sugar baby's tantrum.

"Your girlfriend," Xiao Yang drawled, swirling chili oil into his rice, "insists this crab pot belongs to her."

Zhou Fei's slap echoed like gunfire. Wang Min crumpled, Gucci purse spilling lipsticks and forged academic certificates. "Apologize!" he barked. "Or I'll sell you to Haitian Shengyuan as party livestock!"

The threat held weight. Everyone knew the "luxury expo" doubled as a human auction house for bored oligarchs.

Wang Min's knees hit sticky tile. "P-please, Mr. Xiao! I'll do anything!"

"Anything?" Xiao Yang cracked a crab claw. "Eat this shell. Whole."

Mu Wanqing's chopsticks paused mid-air.

Zhou Fei lingered by the Brabus, WeChat QR code glowing on his phone. "About those 'party tools'—"

"Later." Xiao Yang tossed him a blood-stained napkin from Wang Min's meal. "Focus on freezing my organs first."

Inside, Mu Wanqing confronted the restaurant's true marvel—not the Michelin-worthy crab pot, but the woman emerging from the kitchen.

"Chef Liao Yulan," the hostess introduced. "Five-time national culinary champion."

Xiao Yang's mental image of a sweaty line cook evaporated. Before him stood a warrior-poet in stained whites, cleaver dangling from her apron like a samurai's katana. Her cheekbone scar told stories no Yakuza film dared replicate.

"Your mapo tofu." Liao tossed a flash drive onto their table. "Contains every food-safe bunker within 500km."

Mu Wanqing blinked. "How did you—"

"Survivors recognize their kind." Liao lit a cigarette with a blowtorch. "Three tips: Hoard Sichuan peppercorns. Never trust canned oysters. And burn this place before June 30th."

As she strode back to her woks, Xiao Yang's raven swooped down to steal her hairpin—a Soviet-era geiger counter disguised as jade.

Chapter 7: The Iron Chef