When the first ray of sunshine in the city is torn apart by zombies, a whisper among the supermarket shelves quietly wakes up. Ah Ming gasped for breath, and fell into the dusty cold light in the midst of rancidity and despair, but a mechanical voice sounded in his ears: "The exchange system of the Doomsday Mall has been bound." At that moment, he didn't know that he had crashed into the cracks of fate, or was he the lucky one chosen.
At first, he survived on a handful of Gatling and a few compressed biscuits, like a lone wolf struggling in the wilderness. But the points were hard to come by, and the cooldown period after redeeming the energy sword once made him almost die from a mutated zombie. The price was blood and growth - he began to learn to fight with his brain instead of relying solely on the system.
The turning point occurred the night the shelter was attacked. In order to protect a group of survivors he had never met, he went deep into the restricted area to hunt high-level zombies. It was a huge gamble that cost one's life. Victory brought points and mandatory tasks from the system. Every task is like a knife hanging above your head. If you don't complete it, it will bite you back.
He is no longer the trembling young man hiding behind the shelves, but a tactician who can see through the enemy's weaknesses at a glance. Partners join one after another, but the crisis is never far away. System failures, hostile forces, mysterious organizations... Every step is a dance on the edge of a knife.
When human civilization is about to collapse and the zombie wave sweeps the world, an ultimate question emerges: If the price of saving the world is self-destruction, are humans still willing to press that button?
