The apocalypse has arrived, and zombies have besieged the school.

All the female students in the school were trapped in the dormitory building, and the only male student—me—awakened the only "Scattered Leaves" system in the apocalypse.

They called me shameless, vulgar, and viewed me as a monster.

Until survival supplies are exhausted, the rules quietly emerge:

To survive, you must forge the deepest bond with him.

Every bond forged will grant the power to fight against the apocalypse.

...

The arrogant school beauty knocked on my door late at night, her eyes darting around: "The system said... only you can give me superpowers."

The aloof senior student gripped the bedsheet tightly, her voice trembling: "Don't misunderstand, this is just... a survival strategy."

The gentle counselor pushed up his glasses, his composure unnatural: "From a probabilistic point of view, you are the optimal solution for the continuation of humanity."

...

I looked at those women who used to avoid me like the plague, but now I had no choice but to approach them.

This isn't love; it's the naked law of survival in an apocalypse.

And I am their only spark.

Later, a zombie horde advanced, and despair enveloped the entire dormitory building.

I stood on the rooftop, with all of them, whose fates were intertwined with mine, behind me.

The system notification sounded coldly:

[Bond points are full. Shall we proceed with the final evolution—to rebuild civilization in the name of love?]

In the apocalypse, there is no morality, only survival and continuation.

And I was forced to become the sole queen of this kingdom of women.