I Become a God Through Critical Hits in the Apocalypse

“If one day your right hand could land critical hits on anything and return random items ten times, a hundred times, or even as mutated items... what would you do?” “Yi Xiaoshan’s answer: eat your fill first, then get stronger, and then... lay down the rules of the apocalypse for himself.” A rain of spiritual energy sent all things growing out of control, and humanity became prey. Yi Xiaoshan felt a dull ache in his right hand. It was an old injury from being beaten with sticks as a child, and also the new life the apocalypse had granted him. Critical-hit returns: one ham sausage became ten, a cleaver turned into an ice blade. Food, weapons, heavenly treasures... anything could be critically hit. The multiplier was random, and what came back was up to fate. While the neighbors wailed in the group chat, trying to barter for supplies, he lifted the instant noodles made with freshly critical-hit spiritual food and curled his lips into a cold smile. “Trade? Sure. Give me two of yours, and I’ll give you one of mine.” Outside the building, mutated vines devoured people. Inside, he sat comfortably, holding all the cards. These were the worst of times, and also the times he had waited his whole life for. Decisive and ruthless, with profit above all. Survival of the fittest? No, this time, I decide who gets to eat. P.S. The protagonist is no saint. He repays kindness and avenges every grudge. Women? They’re spoils of war, and part of his collection.