Lin Mo, a delivery rider on a rainy night, was knocked out of a double-border passage by a truck. His left hand was holding the gold exploded by the zombies, and his right hand was holding an arms order circulating in the modern black market. When others were chewing tree bark in the apocalypse, his space was filled with electromagnetic guns exchanged for self-heating hotpots; when the rich showed off their supercars, he rode an anti-gravity motorcycle through the tide of corpses to harvest crystal cores.
The daughter of a rich man gave him red lips for his doomsday gold, and the top actress traded her stardom for the alien technology at his fingertips. The cool arms dealer opened his windbreaker to reveal his weapon tattoo: "Exchange fifty tons of hot pot base ingredients for Star Destroyer blueprints, deal?" And the zombie queen wrapped in scarlet mycelium put her sharp claws on his shoulders: "Let them be your purse, and I will be your knife."
The game of reselling resources between the two worlds came to an abrupt end when his Swiss bank account exceeded nine digits - the crystal cores he personally transported were detonating zombie viruses in the city. At this moment, the light curtain exploded to warn: the progress bars of the five heroines' favorability were actually the password to seal off the two worlds.
"In the last 24 hours, please comfort the rampaging Ex Machina and the Mutant Queen at the same time." Lin Mo installed the anti-gravity engine into the Rolls-Royce and rushed into the bloody aurora tearing apart time and space. In the rearview mirror, the modern lover is holding a rose, the doomsday family is holding a long knife, and the system prompts are flashing crazily:
"Please note that the Shura field is ten times more lethal than the zombie tide."
(Core selling point: Dual world resource flow to get rich + extreme survival of zombie tide + multi-female protagonist power development + black technology to crush the apocalypse)
