Two Worlds Heavenly King System

Xiao Yi's forehead beaded with nervous sweat.

This question had been gnawing at him ever since the two appeared.

Xiao Yi knew full well—this was the apocalypse!

No one could be trusted!

But for Xiao Yi, who had transmigrated from the peaceful year of 2019, watching two living people get torn apart and devoured by zombies without lifting a finger to help? His conscience wouldn't allow it.

More importantly, if he hid here alone, without power or internet, wouldn't he go mad from loneliness?

Could these two be the last survivors here?

Living with an international superstar couple—maybe this apocalypse wouldn't be so bad after all...

CLANG~~~~ A massive crash echoed as the overburdened iron gate finally gave way under the flood of zombies ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠surging forward. A horde poured in through the door, scrambling over each other in a frenzy.

"Tom! We're done for!" Nicole Kidman clung tightly to Tom Cruise, tears ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠streaming down her face as utter despair consumed them both.

ROAR!! A burly, towering zombie broke from the pack, lunging straight at them.

Tom Cruise trembled, holding Nicole Kidman close, eyes squeezed shut in hopeless surrender. Resistance, escape—it was all over.

At that moment, the security door behind them burst open.

ROAR! Xiao Yi let out a furious bellow, charging out at blinding speed. He swung his wooden club with savage force, smashing it into the zombie's skull.

THUD! The zombie's head exploded like a ripe watermelon.

No time to ponder the strange voice suddenly echoing in his mind. Xiao Yi grabbed the two and yanked them back inside, slamming the heavy security door shut with a THUD!

Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman, survivors of the ordeal, collapsed into each other's arms, sobbing with raw relief.

Xiao Yi, drenched in sweat from tension, shivered uncontrollably. The wooden club slipped from his grip, clattering to the floor.

He knew they were zombies, but their human-like forms made killing them feel disturbingly like murder.

The mysterious electronic voice returned. Xiao Yi felt a bizarre white energy orb flow into him from beyond the door. The nausea from his first kill faded, his parched mouth grew moist and sweet, and power surged through his veins.

Suddenly, a projection-like white energy bar appeared before his eyes. A green dot glowed on the far left, with a black 10% numeral on the right.

??? System?!! Two Worlds Heavenly King System? Is this the legendary system?! What does it do?

Xiao Yi stared in shock at the projected bar, momentarily stunned. For a 21st-century guy hooked on web novels and American TV shows, systems were familiar territory.

ROAR!!!!

Gurgle gurgle~~~~

THUD! THUD! THUD!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Zombie roars and pounding filled the air outside, grotesque faces slamming against the windows, smearing blood and viscous slime across the glass in a nauseating display.

No time to dwell—Xiao Yi yanked the curtains closed while shouting at the pair, "Quick! Curtains up! Stay quiet!"

This was apocalypse movie wisdom. He wasn't sure it'd work, but at least it blocked those hideous faces.

And it did. Soon after the curtains fell, the roars and bangs quieted. Peering through a gap, Xiao Yi saw the zombies retreating.

"Thank you for saving us!" Nicole Kidman managed through tears, forcing a smile that was pitifully alluring—yet her eyes held a trace of arrogance.

Gratitude from her upbringing; disdain from an elite's instinctive superiority.

She was Hollywood's rising superstar, America's next big thing. Her beauty and talent made her the dream of men worldwide.

This guy? Weird clothes, Asian features. Half a month ago, he'd not even merit shining her shoes.

Not arrogance—fact.

Xiao Yi, battle-hardened from years in the corporate grind, caught the cold arrogance and contempt in her gaze, keeping him at arm's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠length.

Whew~~ Tom Cruise exhaled deeply, catching his breath in lingering terror. He switched his fire axe to his left hand, then extended his right with gentlemanly grace. "Thank you so much for saving us. I'm Tom Cruise, and this is my wife, Nicole Kidman."

"Nice to meet you." Xiao Yi shook his hand gladly. Shaking hands with Hollywood icons gave him a thrill of accomplishment.

Nicole Kidman nodded politely, neither asking his name.

Tom Cruise eyed Xiao Yi's skin and outfit, brow furrowing faintly as he withdrew his hand.

"Lucky you opened the door for us—we nearly died out there." Tom smiled at Xiao Yi.

The words sounded accusatory, but his tone and expression radiated refined gentlemanliness, mercy, and tolerance.

"I was upstairs. It took time to get down after you knocked," Xiao Yi said with an ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠awkward smile and apology. "Sorry about that."

That electronic voice had him itching to investigate its source—no mood for chit-chat or dwelling on the past.

Still, their words and gestures carried a vigilant distance, laced with lofty arrogance.