I woke up to find the apocalypse had begun. Others started out with either god-tier superpowers or a chance to be reborn and take revenge. Me? All I had was a drafty, rundown warehouse and half a moldy biscuit.
Just as I was about to have a heart-to-heart with the corpse beside me, the [Wasteland's First Safehouse] System activated!
[Ding! First Defense Battle completed. Safehouse upgraded! Unlocked: Underground Storage!]
[Ding! Farmland Defense Battle completed. Safehouse upgraded! Unlocked: Basic Seed Bank!]
[Ding! Survivor healed. Safehouse upgraded! Unlocked: Basic Medical Station!]
From then on, while others risked their lives for a bite to eat, my vegetable garden was already yielding a bumper harvest.
While others shivered in tents, my safehouse had become an iron fortress equipped with electric fences and turrets.
What? Some idiot bandits want to extort protection money?
Shut the gates and release the dogs... No, fire up the turrets! And put on the speakers for a farewell tune: "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style"!
I'm Chen Shouzhuo, the Wasteland's First Landlord. All I want is to grow vegetables and crack terrible jokes in the apocalypse. Don't mess with me, or my tenants (a mute doctor, a tech geek, a little troublemaker, two dogs, and a cat) might make you regret ever being born.
Let's develop well. It feels like a doomsday crime novel.