I’ve Already Picked Out My Urn, and You Want Me to Clear the Levels?

A virus has invaded, and the whole world is done for? Thanks for asking. I just buried my whole family, and I’m completely numb. I was going to find a nice scenic spot and give myself a dignified send-off too. Then, Ding! Mandatory job assignment notice! [Survival Game, start!] [Refuse the job? You’ll be cremated on the spot!] Chi Suye’s life motto: I can die, but I have to look fabulous! Turn into a zombie? No way! Leave my body in pieces? No! A bleeding heart? Not happening! Resources? I’m not giving them away for free! Moral blackmail? Right back at you! I used up my entire quota of kindness burying my family. “Don’t ask. I’m about to die too, so I don’t have time to save all humanity!” Hell-level stages ahead, extreme danger warning (zombies and monsters included, disaster fans beware!): * A ghost cruise ship’s midnight karaoke session (and they’re singing “Love’s Transactions”)? * The sun takes off, and the whole world turns into a deep-freeze popsicle! * A deadly flu and a neighborhood lockdown battle: “My neighbor’s coughing, I’m calling the cops!” * A midnight campus scare: “The top student turned into a man-eater”? * A hotel midnight singing contest (the kind that can kill you)! * The whole world turns into an oven: “Step outside and you’re on the grill”… Other people’s survival plans: I’ll get stronger! I’ll rebuild my home! I’ll lead humanity to a new golden age! Her survival plan: “Please, just make it quick! Preferably painless and peaceful, and let me trend as ‘the most beautiful final look’! Why does every stage of this stupid game get harder to die in?!” (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻ (System: Detected a fluctuation in Host’s will to survive… urgently matching now?) Chi Suye’s eyes light up: I want a big shot with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and ridiculously long legs!