The Apocalypse End
From the moment he spoke those words, the atmosphere grew even heavier.
No one seemed particularly happy.
Huang Yuanmiao forced a smile that looked worse than crying. “Boss… what has he become?”
Tang Xi hesitated, then reached out to remove Lu Mang’s mask and sunglasses.
A still-handsome face was revealed, but his once sun-kissed skin had turned unnaturally pale.
At a glance, it was enough to make one’s heart sink.
This was definitely not human.
Even though they had already expected it, their expressions were still filled with sorrow.
Yi Feng’s voice was hoarse. “Boss, do you still recognize us?”
A glimmer of hope flashed in everyone’s eyes.
Tang Xi shook his head. “He’s lost his memory.”
Silence fell over the room once again, and even Tang Xi’s face showed a trace of sadness.
He quickly tried to hide it, but Lu Mang still noticed.
Lu Mang’s grip tightened. He could feel the disappointment around him, and for a moment, a violent rage surged within him.
He didn’t like seeing Tang Xi with that expression—it stirred a primal urge to kill.
It felt as if something inside his mind was struggling to break free from its shackles.
The Zombie King’s agitation made the horde outside even more restless, increasing their speed as they closed in.
From the high walls surrounding the base, the silhouettes of the zombie swarm were already visible.
Chen Yao let out a deep breath, forcing herself to accept the reality of the situation.
“You said you have a way—what do you mean?”
Tang Xi blinked and lifted his and Lu Mang’s tightly clasped hands for everyone to see. He stated calmly, “Lu Mang can make them retreat, but first, we need to pay a visit to those who set us up.”
This was an ability Lu Mang had in the original storyline—the power to command the zombies.
It was a skill that only emerged later in the plot. However, since the zombie tide’s attack on Dawn Base was originally a mid-to-late-stage event, it meant that the timeline had accelerated, and Lu Mang had already reached that level of power.
When Tang Xi first heard about the approaching zombie horde, he had his suspicions. He spent points to investigate and confirmed that his poop scooper was now, without a doubt, the true Zombie King.
Dawn Base was humanity’s stronghold, but Lu Mang had come not to exterminate all humans—just to settle the score with the corrupt leaders.
Upon hearing this, everyone let out a sigh of relief. Given how quickly the zombie tide had arrived, there wasn’t much time for further questioning.
Tang Xi and Lu Mang were escorted to the conference room.
Even though Lu Mang had become a zombie, they still trusted him unconditionally.
Inside the conference room, Tang Xi finally met the current base leader and Huang Ziyu.
The culprits responsible for Lu Mang’s death looked miserable and fearful at this moment, gathered together by Chen Yao.
They were making a pathetic spectacle of themselves, driven to panic by the approaching zombie horde.
Chen Yao smirked and whispered to Tang Xi, “Look at them. Just the promise of an escape route was enough to lure them all in.”
As for what would happen to the remaining survivors once these traitors fled?
They never cared.
Huang Ziyu was a skilled actor. Compared to the others, who were paralyzed with fear, he managed to maintain a facade of composure—just fit enough to resemble the Child of Fate of this world.
He even had the audacity to joke when he saw Tang Xi.
“Well, well, little beauty, you’re still alive? Everyone said you died in a tragic lovers’ suicide. So, what do you say? Want to—”
Before he could finish, his voice was cut off, as if his throat had been seized mid-sentence.
Lu Mang hadn’t even removed his mask, but the sheer intensity of his killing intent made the atmosphere suffocating.
The conference room fell into a dead silence.
“You—”
A few people barely had time to speak before their heads hit the floor, their final expressions frozen in terror.
The base leader only managed to drop to his knees. He opened his mouth to beg for mercy—but he never got the chance.
In the end, the only one left was Huang Ziyu.
He had just witnessed a massacre unfold before his eyes, and his body trembled with pure, gut-wrenching fear.
Lu Mang turned away and gently covered Tang Xi’s eyes.
Dark energy oozed from Lu Mang’s body and surged toward Huang Ziyu, enveloping him completely—devouring even his agonized screams.
Chen Yao and the others had witnessed the slaughter firsthand.
As they watched the dark energy swirl around Lu Mang, they felt a strange sense of familiarity—yet it was utterly foreign at the same time.
The shadowy aura he wielded now was pure destruction, a stark contrast to the controlled darkness he once possessed as a human.
At that moment, they had no choice but to acknowledge the truth.
Lu Mang was no longer their leader.
He was truly… a zombie.
. . . . .
Lu Mang stood atop the base’s walls.
Behind him, tens of thousands of survivors had taken up arms of their own will.
Young and old alike, some barely strong enough to fight but still choosing to stand their ground, hoping to buy even a sliver of hope for those behind them.
Before him lay an overwhelming horde of zombies, so massive it seemed as if all the high-level zombies in the world had gathered here.
These creatures had no rational thought—yet in Lu Mang’s presence, they abandoned their hunger for human flesh.
Instead, they were consumed by their instinctive worship of power.
Below the walls, the remaining survivors murmured in confusion. The most common question was the one they all wanted an answer to:
Who exactly was Lu Mang?
Tang Xi had no intention of revealing his true identity.
During that battle against the horde of zombies, he had performed far too brilliantly. Now, in the eyes of the survivors, the deceased Lu Mang was a hero who had sacrificed himself for the greater good.
There was no need for the people to know that their hero had become a zombie. After all, in a way, the image of Lu Mang as a selfless warrior had become a belief they clung to.
And as for zombie Lu Mang, he didn’t need much interaction with humans anyway.
Tang Xi was fully aware—Lu Mang was no longer human. The one standing before him now was a real, bona fide zombie.
Lu Mang raised his hand, releasing the oppressive aura of a zombie king.
The surrounding zombies let out meaningless roars before slowly retreating under his command.
Huang Yuanmiao shuddered in fear and almost fell off the wall. Hugging his arms tightly, he rubbed them furiously. “Holy crap… He really is the Zombie King.”
He turned sharply, wanting to say something to Lu Mang, only to realize in confusion that the two figures who had been standing there just moments ago had disappeared.
“Eh?!” He hurriedly took a few steps forward, then stopped in bewilderment.
There was no trace of them anywhere. Right in front of everyone’s eyes, they had simply vanished.
Chen Yao stopped him, shaking her head.
A heavy silence fell between them.
Some things could never go back to how they were.
Huang Yuanmiao no longer tried to search for them. Instead, he turned to face the crowd of survivors and, enunciating each word carefully, announced the good news—the zombie horde had retreated.
A deafening cheer erupted from the crowd, almost swallowing them whole. Huang Yuanmiao heard people shouting Lu Mang’s name, as if believing that their base had been blessed by his spirit watching over them.
He let out a slow, heavy sigh and bowed silently toward the distance.
Meanwhile, Tang Xi was being carried by Lu Mang, who had used his dark energy to completely conceal them.
1551 was utterly baffled. It kept submitting reports, suspecting that something in this world was seriously off.
According to the original storyline, zombie Lu Mang was never supposed to be this powerful. And yet, here he was, defying all expectations.
Tang Xi sighed deeply: [What do you think the poop scooper’s true identity is?]
1551 didn’t dare say it aloud because all signs pointed to one possibility—the poop scooper might actually be a judge.
Lu Mang’s memories were still incomplete, but little by little, they were pieced together as he spent time with Tang Xi.
And the more he remembered, the more jealous he became. Often, that jealousy would lead him to “bully” Tang Xi even more in bed.
Tang Xi found it a little regrettable. Now that his poop scooper was regaining his memories, he was no longer as easy to deceive. The zombie who used to nuzzle against him when he felt bad now only knew how to torment him.
For a hundred years, humans and zombies had been at war. No matter what happened during that time, Lu Mang and Tang Xi remained absolutely neutral.
Perhaps it was because the zombies had lost their king that they didn’t gain the upper hand as they did in the original storyline. In fact, their numbers were even beginning to decline.
Due to the original host’s mistreatment at the hands of the laboratory, Tang Xi’s body, which had inherited that suffering, was also in poor condition.
Thus, the Zombie King took his little kitten and traveled the world—visiting famous landmarks, checking in at scenic spots, and occasionally stopping by human bases for fun.
Spending an entire lifetime together in that world, even if his partner wasn’t human, Tang Xi was truly happy.
Until one day, he suddenly had a premonition—his time was almost up.
Summoning all his strength, he gave Lu Mang a kiss and asked, his voice full of grievance, “Why won’t you tell me who you are?”
He didn’t expect a response and slowly closed his eyes.
But just as he was about to be transported away, he heard a sigh.
It echoed from the vast emptiness, distant and desolate.
“Ji Wu.”
. . . . .
Back in the system space, Tang Xi sat there in a daze.
1551 hadn’t heard that final whisper. It floated up to him, puzzled: “What’s wrong?”
Tang Xi’s gaze slowly focused: “Ji Wu… Who is that?”
1551 frowned: “No idea.”
Somehow, the name felt oddly familiar, yet completely foreign.
Tang Xi blinked: “That’s my poop scooper’s name. His name is Ji Wu.”
1551: !!!
It looked even more excited than Tang Xi, spinning around in circles in sheer delight.
“This is amazing! You can finally find out who he really is!”
But then, it noticed something—Tang Xi didn’t seem particularly happy. It gradually stopped spinning, cautiously asking, “Aren’t you supposed to be excited?”
Tang Xi was too calm.
He asked in a steady voice, “Could ‘Ji Wu’ be the name of a judge?”
1551 shook its head: “I don’t know. We usually just call them ‘Judge.’ Only judges refer to each other by name.”
Then, as if realizing something, it hesitated. “Wait… You suspect your poop scooper is a judge?”
Tang Xi nodded slowly. When he met the judge who oversaw 1551, he had felt something—something familiar.
But that presence hadn’t belonged to the judge himself, so Tang Xi hadn’t mentioned it at the time.
1551’s voice rose with excitement: “Then I can start asking around! Maybe I can find him! Aren’t you happy?!”
Tang Xi shook his head: “He still hasn’t come to see me.”
Yet, he had given him his name, confirming all of Tang Xi’s suspicions.
His poop scooper hadn’t forgotten him in any of the worlds. It was just that when playing the villain, he had no memories. Only when he left a world alongside Tang Xi did he regain everything—including his true identity.
If he could tell me his name, then why won’t he meet me in person?
Tang Xi felt a little sulky, a bit unreasonable even.
A mischievous idea took root in his mind.
Feeling guilty, he rubbed his nose, thinking to himself—this idea is really bad.
But even so, he couldn’t help but stand up and say to 1551, “Let’s go.”
Author’s Note: The little kitten is up to no good.jpg
Waiting to see what mischief our family’s Tang Tang is brewing up
I love this arc especially TX had many scenes in his kitty form just like the first arc! I wish the protagonist gong and shou (and the guy who hurt the original) suffered more. Will ml appeared as himself soon?? 😍