“A web-novel editor transmigrates into the apocalypse? Su Wantang runs her hand over the moldy wall of her ramshackle general store and laughs. The authors I manage can miss deadlines and slack off. What makes me think I can’t handle a bunch of apocalypse weirdos?
A dopey zombie sways in to buy ‘human gummies’, which are actually compressed biscuits. She plants her hands on her hips and scoffs, ‘Eating that much sugar won’t give you cavities? If your crystal core chips a tooth, don’t blame me!’
The arrogant young major clutches his weapon blueprints, too proud to admit defeat. ‘This is a custom order for the base. Are you saying you can’t make it?’ She rolls her eyes. ‘Pay off the crystal cores you owe from last week first!’
And the strangest of all is the half-zombie test subject, who keeps suddenly appearing whenever she’s hauling goods. His red eyes earnest, he says, ‘Boss, I’m strong.’
The day she finally saves up one million merit points, the System asks, ‘Would you like to return to your original world?’ She looks at the smoke rising from the base, the little crybaby chasing after her, and the loyal puppy quietly wiping down the shelves. Suddenly, she smiles. ‘Why go home? This place has been home for a long time.’”
