They say life’s full of plot twists—well, Bai Xiaotong’s life is more like a plot pretzel, twisted in all the wrong places.
After centuries of fighting in dungeons that suddenly descended into the Murim World, she thought she'd earned a peaceful retirement after moving to another planet.
Yet, after buying a dimensional ticket to cross realms, she ends up face-to-face with an even bigger disaster.
Goodbye, dungeon gates and loot drop. Welcome to a world crawling with walking deads! Where each bite turns the living into rotting husks of undead.
"I bought a wayfarer item to peacefully retire in another human world, not to clean up another horde of monsters! Do I look so bored to change places just to go hunting?! I didn’t sign up for this mess—” she grumbles, dodging a zombie horde.
Why does it feel like she was attracting every apocalypse in the multiverse? Where’s the peaceful world she paid millions of cosmic credits for? Wait, did she pay for a doomsday subscription instead and was auto-renewing?! Damn.
How could she end up in a dumpster fire, filled with weak humans who can’t even handle brain-dead corpses in a trance?
“Seriously, how does anyone lose to that?”
But in reality, it’s not the monsters and weak humans that are giving her gray hairs—it’s the fact that...
“AHH! Why does my stomach keep on growing? Darn, it hurts, I think it’s going to explode!”
“Ow shi— did I peed myself?”
No. Wait, what the hell? Someone tell her, it wasn’t her water!
The apocalypse? She can handle that. But childbirth during an apocalypse? That's a whole different level of nightmare.
“Hey, you can’t come out yet!” This is insane. At least wait until she figures out where’s the father, ah!
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