Hilarious post-apocalyptic farming story [no system + no powers + no space] When zombies broke out, I was expelled from school and set up the "Apocalypse Research and Development Office". Others are grabbing cans, but I am hoarding gas cans. Are profiteers planning to organize a doomsday tour group? The cold-faced goddess of war surrounded the entire bandit den by herself? While others are still showing off their standard weapons, my hand-made AKs are already selling well in major bases. Welcome to Hope Ridge - there is no shortage of food, weapons, and talents here. As for why I have the final say? Because here, they all call me - "Gas Tank God of War"!
