After transmigrating to a post-apocalyptic world, Luo Xue became a destitute vagrant, barely surviving from day to day.

Fortunately, she gained the opportunity to experience dream lives in a world of immortal martial arts.

Each time she enters a dream, she lives a brand new life, and only with the death of that life does the dream come to an end.

Everything from the dream world is brought back to reality, and everything in reality is likewise reflected in the dream.

Dream life after dream life, encounter after unforgettable encounter.

“Is this a dream?”

“Is it really a dream?”

“Or perhaps… reality is the dream?”

After experiencing countless dreams, when Luo Xue wakes up once more, innumerable threads of fate are tightly intertwined with her own.

“Perhaps it’s because I don’t know it’s a dream that I, a wanderer, chase after illusions.”

“My name is Luo Ling.”

“I’m just an ordinary high school student.”

“I always thought so, until one day… I got sick.”

“After getting sick, the world seemed to become a little different…”

The girl muttered to herself, standing before a grotesque being that was only half there. In her hand, she held the other half of the grotesque being, slowly bringing it to her mouth.

Grotesque beings disguised as humans are running rampant, flesh-eating demons cry out in anguish, and a mournful songstress chants softly, awakening something dormant in the void.

“No one can escape this.”

“No… one.”

Tags: Tangerine/Orange(yuri), Zombie, Apocalypse

The world she transmigrated to suddenly became an apocalyptic world, a world overrun by zombies and the grotesque.

She also became, in everyone’s eyes, an excessively beautiful, wheelchair-bound, disabled girl who could only survive by relying on the protection of her Awakened older sister.

But the girl herself didn’t care about the gazes of others.

She was immersed in her own world.

Every time she closed her eyes, somewhere in the world, a terrifying Zombie King would awaken.

One after another, Zombie Kings with a danger level of S, like nightmares shrouding the world, making countless Awakened ones tremble in fear, slowly opened their either blood-and-flesh-blurred or exquisitely beautiful eyes, and hoarse voices escaped their throats.

“Number one, starting the grind…”

“Number two… everything normal…”

“The numbers are increasing… Let’s try a different evolutionary path for the next one.”