On the 30th day of the zombie outbreak, a strange vortex appeared in my head: the [Everything Exchange System].
Just touch something to absorb supplies. Anything can be recycled!! Buy, buy, buy, buy, buy!!!
In this world, even the air reeks of death:
✅ Humans mutate into rotting corpses, animals evolve bloodthirsty fangs, and beneath plant roots lie the brains of the living!
✅ And me, a socially awkward shut-in, awakened the [Everything Exchange System]: cans I touch turn into gold coins in an instant, and the System's shop stocks a Gatling gun! Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat...
✅ While survivors chew tree bark, I trade for self-heating hot pot in the shop. While superpowered fighters grapple with zombies, I shoot the head off a giant mutated lizard through bulletproof glass!
⚠ But the System has a deadly price:
Every time I exchange for supplies, another thread of jade-green patterning spreads through my veins.
An ancient god's whisper echoes in my ear: “When your heart crystallizes, I shall return to the mortal world...”
Now I spray bullets into the zombie horde with an AK-47 in my left hand, while cursed light flows from the fingertips of my right.
“Want bread? Pay me in crystal cores.”
“Can't afford a weapon? I'll take your teammate's life instead.”
This is the craziest apocalypse supermarket, and I'm the only profiteer bold enough to haggle with the gods.
“Friendly reminder: This shop does not offer credit, but we do accept your soul... as an advance payment on your next life.”
Please change the paragraphing. It's too uncomfortable to see so many words.