Wasteland Sign-In: From Convenience Store to King of the Shelter

Lin Mo died.

He died on the seventh day of the apocalypse, pushed into a tide of corpses and torn to pieces.

Just before he died, he heard his girlfriend's obsequious laughter and a rich heir's smug taunt: "This idiot's life is just my bargaining chip for trading for supplies."

Then he woke up.

He had returned to one hour before the apocalypse began.

This time, he would no longer be a lamb for others to slaughter.

The God-Tier Storage System has been activated.

Supplies can be stockpiled without limit, and time stands still to keep them fresh.

Killing zombies grants evolution points and awakens supernatural abilities.

Red rain poured down, and the world became a living hell.

While his old enemies were still fighting until they bled over a few bottles of mineral water, Lin Mo was already seated in an impregnable underground vault, eating self-heating hot pot, drinking ice-cold cola, and watching the zombies revel outside the window.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.