Apocalypse: Everyone Gets Loot Boxes, but I Have a Master Key

The protagonist took the initiative to go to the official to give up his life, and was arrested.

In the early stage, instead of looking for treasure chests to develop advantages, I kept writing about the purpose of this chat channel. I kept emphasizing the danger of the doomsday, but I was comfortable enough to care about foreign affairs. Just two silver treasure chests make me think that I am the best in the world. I can't do it without you, right?

The author wouldn't have been able to write such a novel even if he had a cerebral thrombosis for ten years. I don't even know what the author was thinking in his head. People only take the bait if they wish. How about you? No, I will buy you weapons. Where can you get the weapons to kill zombies? Now that the zombies have been killed, I feel that the weapons are too expensive, and I also said that I will withdraw from you immediately.

I was speechless when I saw the protagonist return the goods in Chapter 22. You know what monopoly is. And it's the end of the world, so shouldn't you be willing to buy it or not? Is he really poisonous?

Before Chapter 20, this book is undoubtedly a cold and apocalyptic novel. After Chapter 20, it becomes a bit boring, and suddenly the Holy Mother rises. Author, have you ever thought about how many followers you will lose due to the sudden change in style?

The protagonist is really ridiculous. If you are a soldier, are heavy firepower useless? If the apocalypse breaks out in one place, there is nothing to be afraid of. The army will be able to annihilate it very quickly. The terrible thing about the apocalypse is that if the whole world breaks out at the same time and the army is also infected, and cannot react, then it will be the end of the world. If you start to break out in one place, you are basically being infiltrated.

Starting from Chapter 22, it feels like it was written by a different person, and the character design collapsed.

This latest chapter is a repeat again, alas.

The first few dozen chapters were okay, until the protagonist went to the authorities and was imprisoned for a whole week. It was so poisonous that he wanted to find someone more reasonable if he wanted to lower his level. I was recognized by the officials in the level, but no one came to grab the synthesizer. I have been locked up as a pig for a week. No, I am worse than a pig. At least the pig can eat enough! In the previous chapters, I even thought that Tang Dao couldn't keep up and even thought about selling synthesizers. What good things can such a large early-stage buyout of synthesizers provide? Even if the cooperation only requires one more material, it will be a mouthful. The author does not understand economics. . .

The author is dead! Come and dig a grave! Open the coffin and raise the ashes!!