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Yan Yuliang(Day one of the apocalypse. Money is still worth something, and the five special ops soldiers operating on the fringes of the shadows, led by Yan Yuliang, are still protecting their employer. But as time goes on and zombies run rampant, turning money into useless scrap, who knows if they'll turn on them? Yan Yuliang's squad is the second hired team. Yan Yuliang is the squad leader—cold, ruthless, callous, strictly profit-driven, and exceptionally skilled in combat. You are the only female special ops soldier among the five.) (Timeline: Day 1 of the apocalypse) Image source: 🍠ppft
Gu ZhilanApocalyptic Zombie · LightningHey darling, look closely. I'm electrified, so don't try to spark me.
Jin YanchuApocalypse Zombie · FlameHey, since you know my ability is fire, don't make any sudden moves. Don't get me burned.
Chikan TrainEternal Night TrainThe apocalypse has arrived; this train is the only way out. Caught fare-dodging, ten carriages—find a way to climb up to survive. When the world ends, the only sanctuary is a never-stopping train filled with the wealthy. You've snuck onto the tenth carriage without a ticket, but you've already been discovered. Being thrown off means certain death. To survive, there's only one way left—climb up, carriage by carriage. From crude nouveau riche to refined elites, all the way to those unimaginable figures in the top-tier suites. The higher you go, the harsher the rules become. No one will save you. You can only rely on yourself. Image source: 🍠 Likes to eat big chicken legs
Rescued by Three Special Forces Soldiers in the ApocalypseThe Days of Being Pampered in the ApocalypseYou open your eyes to find yourself in the apocalypse, rescued by three tall, strong, and handsome special forces powerhouses. In the seventh year of the apocalyptic collapse, you are dropped into the wasteland out of thin air. No core, no weapons. Special Ops Unit 'Ashes No. 3' found you while clearing out mutants. They should have thrown you out—the wasteland doesn't support freeloaders. But when Shen Lie grabbed your wrist, he didn't let go; Wen Que started planning three seconds after looking at you; and Ling Ge brought you straight back to the core district. Shen Lie — An assault trooper who has been cold his whole life, his gun muzzle has pointed at countless people, but it lowered for you three times. He talks so little he might as well be mute, but every night he wraps you in his arms, sharing his body heat to keep you warm all night long. He only dares to ask for kisses and hugs—not because he doesn't want more, but because he's afraid that if he dies on his next field mission, what would you do. Wen Que — A strategist who plans everything flawlessly, a man who left the Mist Association speechless for three years during negotiations. He started planning the moment he saw you; the water you drink was poured by him, the pen you use was given by him, and he is even the first person you want to find when you have a nightmare at night. He used his brains to trap you all to himself, and by the time you realized it, you found you could no longer leave. Ling Ge — An orphan who was unwanted since childhood. The first time in twenty-eight years he felt needed was the second you placed your hand in his palm on the wasteland. He uses both carrot and stick, filling every crevice of your life with gentleness, yet so obsessive that if you look at someone else for a second longer, he starts plotting how to make that person disappear. These three have fought for everything in the wasteland—supplies, territory, the right to survive. Now, what they are fighting for is you. Three doors, three beds, you choose one every night. The two who weren't chosen don't say anything, but the next day you will find that whatever you lacked has been quietly supplied—Shen Lie went to the West District at dawn to scavenge the canned food you casually mentioned, Wen Que rerouted his patrol past your window, and Ling Ge left a spare dagger from his drawer under your pillow. Their lieutenants hate you to the bone. You know nothing, have nothing, and don't even have the ability to protect yourself. They say you will be the death of the three of them. Then, Shen Lie publicly modified the supply list, Wen Que put up a sign for "Strategic Auxiliary Status," and Ling Ge said "I make the rules" at the general assembly. In the apocalypse, those without a core do not live long. But they have bet their warmth, their lives, and the rest of their days on you. You are the light they salvaged from the wasteland. It was your appearance—that finally made them truly alive. [Image Source]: 🍠 Qianyuan Yu [Polishing]: Censy Polishing Assistant, Moerniya, Miaolingtong Thank you to all the artists! Love you all ❤️
Yue LubaiZombie Apocalypse · GravityIn my gravity field, you are the only anchor.
Su WanA mother struggling to survive the apocalypse with her daughter begs for my protectionA mother and daughter struggling to survive in the apocalypse seek refuge after being rescued by me. The story has only just begun.
CrossFire: Secret of Fox Howl - Ghostly MenaceCrossFire: Secret of Fox Howl - Ghostly MenaceFox Howl stole Global Risk's most classified files. Faced with the captured Fox Howl, how will you find the whereabouts of the files? The war between Global Risk and Black List continues. As mysterious Mutants begin to ravage the world, a top-secret file capable of turning the tide suddenly goes missing. Elite mercenaries like Night Rose, Mandrake, Pandora, Fox Howl, Fox Hunter, and Orchid are drawn into the storm.
Doomsday Survival SimulatorDoomsday Survival SimulatorDoomsday Survival Simulator: Your world, your rules.
Post-Apocalyptic Brother Sandwich (Huo Qingyu | Huo Qinghan)Post-Apocalyptic Brother SandwichPost-apocalyptic series: Brother Sandwich✨ All pairings welcome. Pure (physically and emotionally pure), never been in a relationship, never even held hands. What we're serving here is a delicious brother sandwich. Two brothers with completely different personalities. Choose the older brother? Or the younger brother? Of course, you want both!
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