As a community coordinator, Lin Yong died protecting everyone in the zombie wave; the next moment, he woke up in a supermarket warehouse covered in cold sweat, still clutching an unfinished material inventory form in his hand. There are still 3 hours until the end of the world. Without any hesitation, he rushed into the control room, activated the emergency plan, and blocked all entrances and exits. As the disaster unfolded outside the window, he calmly walked to the shelves and began to relabel them—not by category, but by the "survival value coefficient" that emerged in his eyes from high to low. The cold system sound in my mind sounded simultaneously: "The survival trading system is activated. The first rule: equal exchange, civilization survives."
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