Reborn as the Doomsday Tycoon: My Zombie Apocalypse Harem

Mu Wanqing's cheeks flushed crimson as Xiao Yang's teasing breath grazed her ear. She swatted his chest with mock indignation. "You villain—always bullying me!"

"Only because you make it so entertaining," he chuckled, catching her wrist. Their playful banter dissolved into laughter just as Lu You emerged from the kitchen bearing steaming dishes.

By nightfall, the villa's second floor echoed with stifled giggles and rhythmic creaks, while Lu You downstairs endured another symphony of amorous acoustics over her knitting.

Dawn of the Hunt

Morning revealed Mu Wanqing and Xiao Yang glowing with post-training vitality. Lu You observed their synchronized stretches with a wistful sigh. Youth's resilience...

Resuming their neighborhood purge, the trio carved through undead clusters with brutal efficiency. Lu You's lightning now crackled with purpose—a stun gun to zombies' nervous systems.

"Smells like barbecue," Xiao Yang quipped after she fried a rotund businessman-turned-zombie.

"Ugh! Must you?" Mu Wanqing gagged, decapitating a schoolgirl ghoul mid-eye-roll.

By the 48th villa, their kill count neared three hundred. Xiao Yang split the team for final targets—a decision that nearly proved fatal.

Hell's Kennel

The broken villa door creaked open to reveal a once-fluffy toy poodle. Now its matted fur hung in bloody clumps, lower jaw dangling by a tendon.

"Back!" Lu You shoved Mu Wanqing aside just as the undead terrier launched. Her blade skewered its ribcage, but deathless fury kept it snapping—a squealing, writhing shish kebab.

Mu Wanqing's coup de grâce silenced the creature... and alerted every mutt in five blocks.

"Fall back!" Xiao Yang's warning came too late.

The streets erupted with ghoulish barks. A grotesque parade of former pets closed in—rotting corgis dragging intestines, one-eyed huskies with exposed skulls, a golden retriever whose wagging tail now flayed its own rotting haunches.

Symphony of Salvation

Xiao Yang's riot shield rang like a war drum under frenzied assaults. Across the threshold, Lu You collapsed after zapping a Doberman mid-leap. "Empty..." she gasped, fingers smoking.

Three more beasts breached the perimeter—a rabid Labrador pinning Mu Wanqing against a grand piano, its Akita accomplice shredding velvet drapes. Just as an Alaskan malamute lunged for Xiao Yang's throat, an ethereal melody froze the chaos.

Every undead hound pivoted toward a neighboring villa's second-floor window. There stood a woman wielding a jade xiao flute, her melody weaving through the carnage like liquid moonlight.

"Run! It won't last!" she cried, lowering the instrument.

Xiao Yang's blade severed the last obstructing Rottweiler. "Move!" He hauled his gasping teammates through the gore-slick streets, the mystery woman's silhouette already vanishing behind reinforced shutters.

Ephemeral Respite

Safe in their compound, Mu Wanqing trembled not from fear, but revelation. "That flute... it controlled them?"

"Temporary hypnosis," Xiao Yang theorized, disinfecting a husky bite on his forearm. "Sonic frequencies disrupting their primal drives."

Lu You chugged electrolyte solution, her lightning-drained muscles twitching. "Should we recruit her?"

"Not yet." His gaze lingered on the blood-smeared window across the street. "Anyone wielding that kind of power... could be greater threat than ally."

The unspoken truth hung heavier—in this new world, humanity's survivors might prove more monstrous than the infected.