Wasteland Check-In from Convenience Store to King of Shelters

Lin Mo is dead. He died on the seventh day of the apocalypse, was pushed into the tide of corpses, and was torn into pieces. Before he died, he heard his girlfriend's flattering laughter and the rich second generation's proud taunt: "This fool's life is my bargaining chip in exchange for resources." Then he woke up. Back to an hour before the end. This time, he was no longer a lamb to be slaughtered. God-level warehousing system has been activated Infinite hoarding of supplies, time stands still to keep them fresh Kill zombies to gain evolution points and awaken abilities. Red rain poured down, and the world became a purgatory. While his former enemies were still beating heads over a few bottles of mineral water, Lin Mo was already sitting in the impregnable underground vault, eating self-heating hot pot, drinking iced Coke, and watching the zombie carnival outside the window. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.