The End of the World: Everyone Else Is Trying to Survive, so I'm Just Playing Ball

"When I woke up, it was already dark, eh? No, it's ten o'clock in the morning." Zhao Yifan sat up from the bed with a confused look on his face and came to the window. "Dear me, what is this? Why are the streets full of monsters, so damn meow, am I traveling through time or am I in the end of the world?" "Hey, what is this, an egg? When did it escape my hands?" . . . . "Recognition main program starts." "Zhao Yifan, male, 172cm, 80kg." "Athletic ability: low" "Wisdom: Low" . . . . "Why is this thing so insulting? Hey, what's going on?" Before Zhao Yifan could finish his words, the talking egg emitted a bright light and enveloped him. "Because the host level is too low, the highest standard strengthening begins..." At this point, Zhao Yifan officially began his journey of playing with eggs in the end of the world. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.