Apocalypse Loyalty System: From Wastrel to Supreme Warlord

I died torn apart by zombies—only to wake in the body of the camp's most despised heir on the blood moon's rise. A crimson interface burns through the mist: [Deputy (58% loyalty) reaching for weapon]. [Concubine (7% loyalty) offering poisoned wine]. Every traitor I crush feeds the system. Every kill transforms loyalty into power. The scavengers who spat at my feet now shatter tanks barehanded. The poisoner who murdered me last night kneels to repair my armor. In this apocalypse where trust is currency and betrayal is death, I'll forge an empire from blood and absolute devotion. My black banner…