I scanned the search results, which displayed profiles of various women, including chief ministers from different states, police officers, government officials, and professionals in various occupations. Each profile offered a glimpse into their influence and power, and I could feel my mind racing with possibilities. I needed to identify someone who not only had the access I required but also possessed a charm that would make it easier for me to win her over as a subordinate.
I focused on finding someone I could approach without raising any doubts or suspicion. The key would be to ensure that our encounter felt coincidental, creating a sense of natural connection. I narrowed down my search to women in positions where chance meetings were more likely—perhaps someone involved in community events or local initiatives. This way, I could introduce myself in a casual context, making it easier to forge a bond and subtly steer her toward becoming my subordinate.
I came across a woman named Sneha, a government official in her 30s based in New Delhi, about 500 kilometers from where I was. The report indicated that she lived in a government-provided bungalow, but the downside was that she was always accompanied by bodyguards. Directly approaching her would be difficult given the added security.
I needed to devise a plan that would allow me to get close to her without raising any alarms. Perhaps I could create a situation that required her attention—a community event or a public meeting where I could introduce myself and make a memorable impression.
As I explored other options, I found a few women in positions of power, but most were in their 50s or older. While they might have the influence I needed, I preferred to seek someone younger, like Sneha, who might be more open to my ideas and less set in their ways.
I decided that Sneha would be my first subordinate, and to make that happen, I needed to travel to New Delhi. I had to see her in person first and devise a plan to transfer my DNA to her. Perhaps I could use my appearance to seduce her.
Quickly, I opened my smartphone and booked a bus ticket using my old ID card. Traveling by bus felt safer than flying, especially since my current appearance didn't match the ID. If I were questioned on the bus, I could easily claim that someone else had purchased the ticket for me using their ID and offer a bit of cash to smooth things over. It was a solid plan that would get me closer to my goal.
Now, I am in my room while my parents are downstairs. I knew I had to wait until they fell asleep; otherwise, they would not recognize me and might see me as an intruder. The last thing I needed was a confrontation with them in my current state.
As I listened to the sounds of the house, I planned my next steps carefully, determined to ensure that my transition into this new life went smoothly. Once the house was quiet, I could make my move without raising any alarms.
As I reflected on my past, I remembered that even though I felt abandoned by the world and misunderstood by everyone, my parents had always been there for me, despite my attempts to push them away. I couldn't let them come to any harm.
I realized that I needed to plan my moves carefully. If anyone discovered that I was the mastermind behind everything, they might try to use my parents against me, putting their lives in danger. Protecting them had to be a priority as I navigated this new chapter in my life. I would ensure that my actions didn't put them at risk while I forged my path to power.
I resolved that I wouldn't let anything happen to them. I would move to Delhi and send a message to my mom and dad, telling them I had found a job there and would be staying for a while.
Once I established my zombie army and created a secure base camp, I could arrange for their safe relocation. This way, they would be protected from any potential threats while I built my power and influence. With a solid plan in place, I felt more determined than ever to take control of my future while safeguarding my family.
Looking at the clock, I realized it was already 9:30 p.m. and my bus was scheduled to depart at 2:00 a.m. I quickly grabbed my bag and started stuffing my clothes inside, but then I paused. I needed new clothes; my current ones wouldn't fit me anymore.
My body had changed dramatically—I was now muscular but not overly bulky, and my eight-pack abs were clearly visible. I also noticed that the size of my dick has increased significantly, and the color had changed to a striking white instead of the darker shade it had been before. This transformation called for a complete wardrobe update. I needed to make sure I looked the part for my new life ahead.
I was totally satisfied with my new looks and body. After thinking about it I didn't pack any clothes, I will just buy new ones when I reach Delhi. so I quickly took my laptop and put it in my backpack.
After packing, I decided to take a shower. I quickly went to the bathroom and turned on the cold water, but to my surprise, I didn't feel cold at all—it felt like regular water. Curiosity struck me, and I switched to the hot shower. Again, it felt perfectly normal.
That's when it hit me: this must be a result of the zombie emperor bloodline, granting me resistance to both heat and cold. I marveled at the transformation, realizing that my new abilities were far more extensive than I had initially thought.
After getting dressed, I stepped out of the shower and decided to lie down on the bed for some rest. However, I quickly realized I wasn't feeling sleepy or tired at all. It dawned on me that I probably didn't need to sleep anymore after infusing the zombie emperor bloodline; I felt perpetually energetic.
This newfound vitality was exhilarating, allowing me to plan and strategize without the usual constraints of fatigue. I could use this time to prepare myself mentally for the challenges ahead.
Noticing that my parents were finally asleep, I decided it was time to leave. Rather than wasting time at home, I would head to the bus station and wait for my bus there. I grabbed my laptop bag and quickly called a taxi to take me to the station.
As I waited for the cab, a sense of excitement mixed with determination coursed through me. This was the first step toward my new life, and I was ready to embrace the journey ahead.
As the taxi arrived, I noticed the driver staring at me, likely taken aback by my appearance, which now resembled that of a foreigner. I quietly slid into the back seat, and the driver started the car, heading toward the bus station.
He didn't say a word during the entire journey, which I assumed was because he didn't speak English. Once we reached the bus station, I paid him and grabbed my bag, feeling a mix of anticipation and resolve as I headed toward the bus. This was it—my journey was truly beginning.
As I walked toward the station, I noticed many people glancing at me, especially some young girls and women. A few approached me, asking where I was from and where I was headed.
I realized that maintaining the identity of a foreigner could work to my advantage, especially since I didn't have a proper ID card. If the police came looking for my passport, I could easily claim it had been stolen. It would likely take several days for them to verify my story through the embassy, giving me time to execute my plans without immediate scrutiny. This unexpected attention could be a useful cover as I moved forward.
"I'm from America, and I'm heading to Delhi to visit some tourist spots. Just waiting for my bus here," I replied with a casual smile.
The responses were mostly positive, with a few smiles and nods as they expressed interest in my travels. It felt good to embrace this new persona, and I hoped it would help me navigate the coming challenges more easily.
Just as I was considering how to slip away from the crowd, my bus arrived. I quickly made my way to the vehicle and showed the ticket I had booked online. The staff, seeing that I was a foreigner, didn't ask for any ID, allowing me to board without issue.
I headed straight to the single-sleeping cabin I had reserved. At least here, I would have some privacy, and no one would disturb me as I prepared for the next leg of my journey.
Once I settled into my cabin and locked the door, I pulled out my laptop and began searching for Sneha's office location and her social media accounts. As I scrolled through her profile, I noticed that she was single—a promising sign for my plans.
I examined the photos she had posted, trying to figure out where I might catch her alone for a moment. I needed to find a way to transfer my DNA, which could be done through a scratch, a kiss, intercourse, or even by having her drink my blood. Each option had its own risks and benefits, and I wanted to choose the best approach to ensure my success.
As I studied her profile, it was clear that she was a career-oriented woman. However, I was confident that once she saw me, she would be intrigued enough to engage in conversation.
While I could easily take down her bodyguards, that would create an alarming situation—something I wanted to avoid. Instead, I needed our meeting to seem entirely coincidental. This way, I could approach her naturally and begin building a rapport before she became my subordinate. It was crucial to create an environment where she would feel comfortable and open to my influence.
I paused my thoughts about Sneha and closed my laptop, deciding to get some rest to pass the time. My excitement about having my first subordinate was palpable, and I knew I needed to keep my mind clear.
I forced myself to sleep, reminding myself that with my zombie bloodline, I could fall asleep whenever I wanted. It was a strange but useful ability, allowing me to drift off despite the anticipation coursing through me. As I settled into the cabin, I let the rhythmic sounds of the bus lull me into a light sleep, ready for whatever awaited me in Delhi.