The moment the zombie virus swept the world, I, Lin Chen, a hard-working social worker who was overwhelmed by KPIs every day, accidentally awakened to the infinite space.
What's even more outrageous is that the space is filled with trillions of supplies that I have hoarded by accident before - from rice, flour, grain and oil to guns and ammunition, from medicines and equipment to luxury cars and villas, and even toilet paper is piled to the edge of the space.
Others work hard for a piece of bread? I have a hot pot party in the space.
Others tremble in the face of zombies? I carried the Gatling and swept across a street. I had enough supplies and unlimited ammunition.
The boss who used to be aloof from above knelt down and begged for a bite of food, and the neighbor who used to watch indifferently cried and hugged my thigh.
Sorry, it's the end of the world, I have to make the rules.
Why?
Just the trillions of materials in my space are enough for me to walk sideways in this doomsday!
