Zombies are rampant and order is broken.
Others are struggling on the edge of life and death, but I am bound to the [Food Management System].
A bowl of egg fried rice can heal wounds and enhance super powers; a plate of red oil can make people breathe out flames.
When the major forces flocked here for a bite to eat, and when the Mechanicus Cult tried to kill hope with famine, I brought out a bowl of the most ordinary braised noodles.
"This represents humanity's last desire for 'home'."
The observers of advanced civilization were silent.
And I put on my apron and smiled at the tide of corpses outside the window:
"Today's special offer in our store - Spicy Zombie Head (simulated tofu brain version). Do you want to take it away?"
