The apocalypse broke out. I worked myself to death from overtime, but ended up bound to the Doomsday Roulette System.
The moment zombies tore into my coworkers, I drew the beginner's gift: a Desert Eagle with unlimited ammo.
While others fought over half a biscuit, I drove a modified vehicle won from the roulette, crushing hordes of zombies.
While shelters turned on one another over a single rifle, I led a team of espers to wipe out nests of mutated beasts.
“Boss, could you spare us some food?” A former CEO knelt outside the base and begged.
I smiled and pointed at the roulette. “Take a spin. Bet your life, or bet on the future?”
Just as I came to command the strongest fortress in the apocalypse,
the System's alert suddenly rang out: “Signal detected: extraterrestrial civilization invasion...”
