Three days before the doomsday came, I accidentally bound a space warehouse that could "automatically replenish supplies" - others grabbed supplies and suffered a bloody blow, but I relied on the endless supply of rice, flour, grains, oils, medicines and weapons in the space to win the game.
From a basement filled with cans to a secret base stocked with arms, from a lone warrior hiding from mutants to leading survivors to rebuild their homes, the shelves in space are always full of supplies, and what I have to do is to maintain this inexhaustible "survival confidence" in a world shrouded in black mist.
When others are still fighting for a piece of compressed biscuits, my space refrigerator is filled with steaks; when the base is in emergency, boxes of solar panels are piled on my shelves. But as the black fog pollution intensified, the replenishment speed of the space began to slow down. The appearance of the fourth "mother crystal fragment" made me realize: this space is never a free gift, but the last seal left to mankind by ancient civilization...
Stocking up is the foundation for survival, and protection is the continuation of civilization - when the space shelf is bound to the doomsday seal, I hold the forever full warehouse of supplies and stand on the last line of defense of human hope.
