In the third year of the end of the world, order collapsed and supernatural powers became king.
Lin Du didn't awaken the power to destroy heaven and earth, but he picked up his old job - being a boss.
He opened a "Doomsday Co., Ltd." And his employees were all famous S-class experts. But five insurances and one housing fund? Sorry, I have to kill zombies myself to earn crystal cores. When his competitors called him a doomsday black-hearted capitalist, Lin Du sent them a "Fu Bao" recruitment notice.
While others were digging through the rubble, his company had already begun performance appraisals and elimination of the last place.
Until that day, a wave of corpses besieged the city.
The strongest corpse king knocked on the door of the company and handed over a resume with a dry voice:
"I heard... That your company is in charge of the food?"
Lin Du looked at his resume, then at the millions of zombies outside the city, and calmly took out the contract:
"The probation period is three months, and the salary will be settled with the crystal cores of your zombies. Sign if you agree."
Since then, there has been an unwritten rule in the corporate culture of Doomsday Co., Ltd.:
Even if you become a zombie, you still have to be rolled up for me!
