Zombie Lust Empire

As I watched her drink the water, I suddenly heard the voice of the System.

[DO YOU WANT SNEHA TO BECOME YOUR SUBORDINATE?]

[HOST MUST CONFIRM WITH THE SYSTEM.]

[WARNING: If the host refuses to accept Sneha as a subordinate, she will revert to a normal zombie, driven solely by the instinct to devour flesh and blood.]

As I gazed at the translucent system interface, I realized I had to act fast—if I didn't, Sneha would revert to a normal zombie.

Without hesitation, I commanded the system to confirm Sneha as my subordinate.

Upon confirming this, I realized that the system was highly functional. Even if someone were to obtain a sample of my blood or if a scientist attempted to trace the source of the zombie outbreak that I plan to initiate in the future, they would not be able to track me down. Moreover, even if they managed to capture my zombies and extract blood or DNA samples, they could not replicate my subordinates. My zombies are unique, as they retain their cognitive abilities and appear human, yet possess enhanced strength and the capability to create more zombies. Most importantly, their loyalty to me is unwavering.

A voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts: '' Master, I swear my allegiance to you.''

I looked at Sneha. She was performing the knighting ceremony, kneeling with one knee on the ground and placing her hands over her heart. As I gazed at her face, I saw confusion in her eyes. I knew she was loyal to me, but she did not truly understand the implications of becoming a zombie. It was simply that my blood had suppressed her soul, and her full loyalty and respect were now merely consequences of becoming my subordinate.

She wasn't even looking at me; instead, she kept her eyes fixed on my shoes, a sign of worship. However, that worship stemmed merely from the influence of my blood on her soul. She was clearly confused by the sudden change.

I quickly stepped over to her, gently helping her to her feet before taking a step back to give her some space. As I studied her face, I saw the flicker of nervousness. Wanting to ease her anxiety, I spoke in a soft, reassuring tone. "Sneha, even though you're technically my subordinate, I don't see you that way. To me, you're not just a slave—you're a friend, a partner"

"I don't want you to kneel when you see me in the future," I said, my tone firm but caring. I believed this approach would be effective—she needed to understand that she didn't have to lower herself like that. Over time, I hoped she'd stop seeing herself as subordinate and start recognizing her worth as an equal.

My words seemed to soothe her somewhat, but she still appeared both curious and uneasy. Sensing her lingering discomfort, I gently asked, "Is something bothering you?"

"Master, what happened to me?" Sneha asked, her voice tinged with concern.

I smiled gently, hoping to calm her further. "You don't need to call me 'Master' all the time," I said, my tone steady and reassuring. "From now on, just call me by my name. That's an order."

"Okay, Mas... Michael," Sneha murmured, her voice trembling slightly. She kept her gaze fixed on the floor, still too hesitant to meet my eyes.

I walked up to her and gently cupped her chin, tilting her face so that our eyes met. For a moment, she looked like a shy, blushing little girl, her cheeks tinted pink. As I gazed at her, an overwhelming urge to kiss her lips stirred within me, but I quickly held back. We were in her office, and Priya could return at any moment.

"To answer your question, you need to understand something important," I began, my tone calm but firm. " I am a Zombie Emperor, and I made you my subordinate by having you drink my blood. Now, you've become a zombie, just like me. 

" Mast... Michael, do you mean to say that I have become a zombie-like in the movies? " Sneha asked in a curious way.

" No, you're not like the zombies you've seen in movies," I reassured her. " You've become something far superior. You won't turn into one of those grotesque creatures. In fact, you've become more beautiful, and now you'll have eternal life."

I gestured toward the mirror in her office and made her look at her reflection. Since she wasn't transformed as drastically as I had been, the changes were subtle but noticeable—her skin had become smoother, and her eyes now sparkled with clarity.

Perhaps the thought of becoming more beautiful and gaining eternal life helped her find some acceptance—after all, which woman wouldn't want to enhance her beauty, and who could resist the allure of immortality? As she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, I saw a smile begin to form on her lips.

" Thank you Michael for giving me these gifts, " Sneha said as she turned to me after looking at herself in the mirror.

"Sneha, now that you've become a zombie, your strength, agility, stamina, and other abilities will be greatly enhanced," I reminded her. "But you'll need to get used to your new body first." I paused, knowing she didn't have a system to guide her like I did. Unlike her, I had full control over my strength and other abilities, thanks to my bloodline being fused with the system.

" Michael, do I need to devour flesh and blood like zombies? " Sneha asked with some nervousness on her face.

"Don't worry, Sneha," I reassured her. "You won't have to devour flesh and blood like the zombies in the movies. You can eat regular human food and enjoy it just like you did before."

"Sneha, there's one more thing you need to understand," I continued. "Now that you're my direct subordinate, your DNA has the power to create zombies. Anyone infected by your blood will transform into a zombie, much like those you've seen in the movies—driven only by the urge to devour flesh and blood. But don't worry, they will obey only your command, and mine, once they're infected."

"Michael, do you want me to create an undead army for you?" Sneha asked, her curiosity piqued.

I walked up to Sneha, gently cupped her chin, and kissed her on the lips before she had a chance to say anything. After a brief moment, I pulled away, meeting her gaze. "Sneha," I said softly, "I know you're my subordinate, but as I've told you before, I'll never treat you like one. I see you as my woman, my wife. And I don't want your DNA flowing through any other man."

I watched her closely as a soft blush spread across her cheeks, and her ears turned a deep shade of red. She looked away, clearly shy, but the warmth in her expression told me she understood what I meant.

"As for an undead army, I can give you my blood," I explained. "We can create a zombie army either by injecting my blood into others, or we can contaminate the city's water supply with it. Anyone who drinks the infected water will turn into a zombie."

As I explained, a thought crossed my mind—one that seemed even more straightforward. First, who would want their woman's blood flowing through another man's veins? Even if those men turned into zombies, the very idea of her blood in someone else's body disgusts me. And second, if I'm the one doing the transformations, I'll receive system notifications with every change. Whether I create mindless zombies or make them my subordinates will be entirely my choice, giving me complete control over the outcome.

" Michael, do you want the whole world to turn into a zombie apocalypse world? " Sneha asked with some concern

Looking at her, I couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind. Was she worried about the world being destroyed by me, or was she concerned about me—about how difficult it might be to achieve my goals?

To reassure her, I spoke with unwavering confidence. "Sneha, I don't want to turn the entire world into zombies. What I seek is dominion over this world—control over the life and death of every human, to reign as a king, to be a supreme existence above all others. I want to be the one who plays the world like a chessboard, with everyone and everything as my pieces."

My voice left no room for doubt, each word cutting through the air with unshakable authority.

"So, to achieve these goals, we'll have to work hard," I said, watching her reaction closely. She seemed stunned at first, but after a brief moment, she snapped back to reality and said, "Don't worry, Michael. I'll always help you fulfill your dreams."

There was a clear determination in her voice, and I could feel it resonate in the air.

As I looked at the determination on her face—the unwavering resolve to stand by me, to endure whatever challenges lay ahead—I felt something I had never truly known before. A sense of being cared for, of being loved. Her words echoed in my mind, and for a moment, I couldn't place where I had heard them before. It was as if I had always longed to hear those words from someone, but had never truly found them.

Then it hit me: When I was suffering alone, struggling in a world that seemed to ignore me, I had always longed for someone who would trust me completely, someone who would believe in me when no one else did, and make me feel alive. But all I found were people too wrapped up in their own lives, indifferent to my pain, isolating me when I reached out.

And now, hearing her speak these words, I felt something stir deep within me—something I hadn't felt in years. For the first time, I felt... emotional. It was ironic. After becoming a zombie, I had expected to lose more of my humanity, but instead, it seemed like I was starting to regain something I never thought I'd feel again: happiness, excitement, and real emotions.

Without saying another word, I pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her close. I whispered softly in her ear, "Thank you."

I let go of her put aside these emotions and told her about my plans to create chaos in the world through a zombie army make the Govt. collapse and create our own survivor base just like the Walking Dead series.

"Micahel, do you plan to fight the world head-on?" Sneha asked, her voice laced with concern.

"No, my wife," I replied, my voice steady. "I know that, even though we've become zombies and are stronger than humans in every way, human weapons still pose a serious threat to us. Not to mention, every country has its own military, with heavy arsenals, missiles, bombs, fighter jets—and nuclear weapons. We have to stay hidden, at least until we've grown strong enough to ignore these threats."

I paused for a moment, then added, my tone darkening, "And I will never reveal my true identity as the Zombie Emperor to the world. I prefer to remain in the shadows, watching them suffer. I want to see them fight amongst themselves, gripped by the terror of the zombie army. I want to see how they react when they face despair when they believe all hope is lost—just as I felt when I was cast aside, isolated, because I was different from them."

"But you don't have to worry about the threat of human weapons for much longer," I reassured her. "As I capture or control each city, my strength will grow even further."

I decided to share this with her, knowing she was completely loyal to me, though I kept the details of the system to myself. This was part of my plan for world domination, and I trusted her enough to reveal this much.

"Michael, what do you want me to do now?" Sneha asked, her tone direct and unwavering.

"First, I need you to create an ID for me, along with a passport and any other necessary documents."

"Second, I want you to gather information on other cities where security is lower and where we can easily take control. New Delhi is the capital, so capturing it would be too risky—it would draw too much attention. Creating a zombie army here would alert the other states, and it could escalate into an international crisis. If they see a large number of zombies, they'll unite against us, hunting us down like rats, which is something I want to avoid at all costs."

"Third, I need you to stock up on food, clothing, and other daily necessities in a few warehouses. Also, start gathering some weapons and ammunition, so that when we establish a survivor base in the future, we'll be well-prepared."

Just as I was about to speak, I heard the sound of the door creaking open.