My Doomsday Battleship RV.

In the end, Liu Xi carefully re-examined the path he had taken, paying particular attention to the walls of the room. He had reason to believe that the person behind everything was still there, he just hadn't found them yet.

Since they were here, it was obviously a secret chamber. So, Liu Xi paid special attention to this point, making him even slower than when he came up.

"Heh, this damn thing appeared again! It seems deliberate!" The human-headed tiger-bodied zombie cursed, staring at the RV wreaking havoc on the computer screen.

Watching the zombies he had painstakingly created being eliminated one by one, he was furious. These zombies were created by combining living people with zombies. Now, he could only watch helplessly as his creations were destroyed before his eyes, without being able to do anything about it.

In reality, the human-headed tiger-bodied zombie was both human and zombie. His brain still retained human thoughts. However, in the early days of the apocalypse, he accidentally killed a zombie and unexpectedly gained this ability: to combine living people with zombies, creating various zombies that would obey his commands.

At first, he thought he was a lucky chosen one. To increase his strength, he didn't even spare himself. When he first obtained the ability, he felt very strong. To prove his guess, he cruelly combined his wife with a level one zombie. As he expected, his wife successfully combined with the level one zombie to create a level three zombie. He lived quite lavishly with this level three zombie in the first few days of the apocalypse.

The zombie created from his wife not only obeyed him completely but could also help him control some lower-level zombies. This gave him a crazy idea: to rule the world. So, he frantically searched for survivors, combining them with zombies, hoping to create even stronger zombies. But things didn't go as planned. His ability had a failure rate. His successful combination with his wife on the first try was purely luck. He failed several times afterward.

The more he failed, the more frantic he became. He accidentally captured all the survivors in his residential complex, but in the end, only a few level two zombies were successfully created. This disappointed him greatly.

He began to suspect that he had made a mistake somewhere. After much research, he discovered that the strength of the resulting zombie was related to his own strength. This made him very angry.

And just at this time, his wife, while out searching for survivors for him, unfortunately encountered a level three zombie of the same level as her. At that time, he thought that the zombie he created would at least have the same strength as a normal zombie. He never imagined that his own wife would be torn to pieces by that level three zombie right before his eyes.

Fortunately, he abandoned all his zombies and barely managed to escape back to his residence, losing a leg in the process. Back at his residence, he suddenly realized his shortcomings. Looking at his bloody stump and the shock of his wife being killed in front of him, he suddenly had a radical idea: he would simply combine himself with a zombie and create a stronger version of himself.

As soon as he thought of it, he wanted to act. But looking at his half-dead state, how could he find a strong zombie to combine with? It was a miracle he wasn't dead already.

As luck would have it, while he was trying to figure out a solution, the zombie that had killed his wife and subordinates actually followed him all the way. Looking at the blood on the ground, it seemed to understand something. Looking at the zombie baring its fangs, he suddenly seemed to return to the days he spent with his wife, his eyes filled with her image. At this moment, tears uncontrollably streamed down his cheeks. Just as he closed his eyes, preparing to die, a mutated tiger, smelling the scent of his blood, also followed.

Seeing a tiger and a zombie, he suddenly laughed. He was wrong! It was a pity he could never go back. Then he closed his eyes and quietly waited to be torn apart and bitten to death.

But the appearance of this mutated tiger broke this bizarre scene. The tiger's roar and the zombie's roar echoed in his ears. After a brief probing, the mutated tiger and the level two zombie lost patience with each other and began to fight fiercely.

The tiger and the zombie fought fiercely for food, until he passed out from blood loss, and neither had won. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious, only that when he woke up, he saw the mutated tiger lying dying a few meters away, and the level two zombie was already decapitated. At this time, he didn't feel the slightest bit of happiness. Because after this incident, he understood a lot.

Thus, he and the tiger stared at each other. From the tiger's eyes, he saw a trace of reluctance and unwillingness, and he himself felt the same.

Perhaps thinking of his wife, he finally dragged his injured leg little by little closer to the dying tiger. When he touched the tiger's head, he seemed to understand something. So, he used his remaining ability to combine himself with this mutated tiger.

Originally, he had no hope. He just left his life to fate, wanting fate to decide his life and death.

In the end, fate seemed to pity him, miraculously allowing him to successfully combine with the mutated tiger. He not only came back to life but also replaced everything below his neck with the tiger's body, while his head remained his own. This allowed him to have a highly flexible brain while possessing a powerful ability.

Having come back to life, he now possessed an ability comparable to a level four zombie and could even create level five zombies. Knowing all this, he wasn't so happy. The first thing he did was clean the room he had shared with his wife until it was spotless, like a new house.

After that, he no longer searched for survivors to combine into new zombies. Instead, he specialized in finding mutated animals, but he never left the residential complex where he and his wife had lived. He cleaned every household in the complex until it was spotless and restored everything that had been damaged. Not only that, but he also guarded the complex, protecting it to the point where nothing could approach.

A level five zombie guarded the entrance to the complex at all times. Even if a few zombies or survivors occasionally passed by, they wouldn't dare to step into the complex because of the presence of the level five zombie.