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"Reborn to Live: My Second Chance in the Apocalypse"

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I died alone, cornered in a basement, listening to the zombies tear the door apart. I woke up one month before the outbreak. My name is Robert. In my past life, I wasn’t a hero. I was a skinny, ordinary student who survived by hiding until luck ran out. My only comfort during those 487 days of hell was devouring everything that fell into my hands: medical manuals, self-defense treatises, fortification guides, farming books… any knowledge that could help me live one more day. I learned all of it. And I died anyway. But something awakened with me. My mind remembers every word, every diagram, every technique. I can read a book once and retain it forever. I can see a movement and replicate it. I am a walking library of useless knowledge… until the world collapses. Now I have one month. One month to prepare. One month to transform this weak 65-kilo body into something that can survive. One month to find the people who will help me not die alone. Because this time, hiding won’t be enough. This time, I have a plan. Lucía, the nurse who knows how to heal what I only understand from books. Carla, the engineer who will turn my ideas into an indestructible shelter. Sofía, the police officer’s daughter who will open the doors to weapons and communication. Valeria, my ex-girlfriend—the only link to humanity I am on the verge of losing. Each of them is a key piece. Without one, the group weakens. Without all of them, we won’t get far. And then there’s… my nature. Since I was born, my body has produced an energy that gives me abnormal physical endurance. I can train for hours without giving up. I can recover in minutes. I can… satisfy needs that in this new world are scarcer than food. A trait that in my past life was a silent curse, and that now becomes a double-edged weapon when living together grows intense. It’s not a conquest harem. It’s a survival pact in a world where the rules have died. They need me to live. I need them to avoid becoming a monster. The apocalypse begins in 30 days. This time, I won’t be the same man who died alone in a basement. This time, I am reborn to live. --- Warning: Novel for adults. Explicit content justified by the plot and character development. Polyamorous relationships within a survival context.
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