Reborn as the Doomsday Tycoon: My Zombie Apocalypse Harem

The RV roared through snow-choked streets back to the fortified villa. Lu You gaped at the compound's electrified perimeter fence, steam rising from geothermal vents. "You prepared...for this?"

Xiao Yang tapped his forearm's glowing numerals 927d 08:12:33. "Survival requires systems."

The Coming Storm

As coal-fed boilers hummed, Xiao Yang explained the looming catastrophe: Frozen corpses reanimating as neural-virus puppets, their frontal lobes crystallizing chrono-energy. "Destroy the crystal, destroy the zombie. But first..." His gaze lingered on Lu You emerging from the bathroom.

Steam curled around her figure-hugging silk pajamas, the fabric stretching over hips that had swayed through three decades of kitchen chaos. "Like the outfit, Xiao-di?" She twirled, unashamed of the cleavage threatening to spill from the plunging neckline.

Xiao Yang's throat went dry. "Practical choice."

Feast and Revelation

Lu You's chopsticks froze mid-air as Xiao Yang materialized her missing banquet tables. "Black magic?"

"Storage magic." He piled her plate with still-steaming mapo tofu. "Eat. You'll need strength for what's coming."

Mu Wanqing pushed braised pork around her plate. "At the restaurant...I heard thoughts."

Xiao Yang's wine cup clinked against the table. "Test it. Read me now."

Their eyes locked. Mu Wanqing's pupils dilated as Xiao Yang mentally projected: Her waistline's shrunk two centimeters since the blackout.

"Pervert!" Mu Wanqing hurled a chicken bone at his head.

"Confirmed." Xiao Yang ducked, grinning. "Telepathic reception at 120dB clarity."

The Virus Briefing

"Zombification occurs when death interrupts chrono-energy flow." Xiao Yang sketched a skull diagram in spilled rice wine. "The virus hijacks the residual energy, creating this-" He tapped the prefrontal cortex region. "-chrono-crystal. Shatter it, you harvest both the energy and the kill."

Lu You traced her own forearm's numerals. "So our timers...?"

"Your lifeforce battery." Xiao Yang refilled her wine. "Zero equals true death. No zombie, no crystal."

Coal hissed in the boiler. Somewhere beyond the villa's walls, the first reanimated corpse clawed through permafrost.