The moment I opened my eyes, I’d become a hopeless romantic cannon-fodder character in an apocalypse novel, destined to feed myself to zombies to save the male lead.
The System bound to me gave a wicked grin. [Livestream your own death wish to entertain the audience~]
I immediately renamed my livestream “Hardcore Survival: Stocking Up for the Motherland.”
While the heroine was stealing my supplies for the male lead, I was facing the camera and shouting, “Hey, everyone! The first link in the shopping cart is a new military-grade shovel! If we hit ten thousand likes, I’ll have one of our soldiers demonstrate how to shovel zombies into the sky!”
Strange usernames suddenly appeared in the comments: [“Dongfeng Express” has entered the livestream] and [“Strategic Reserve Bureau” is now following you].
Later, the rule-based horror scenarios arrived, and I was chosen to enter one.
As the sinister boss announced the rules with a savage grin, I silently pulled up my livestream.
The comments flooded the screen: [Coordinates locked. Saturation fire ready!] [Mister Horror, ever heard of a “materialist demon-busting bullet”?]
