In the tenth year after the outbreak of the zombie apocalypse, I was told by the system that "the world will completely collapse in thirty days." However, I awakened to a savior system that can infinitely generate, wholesale, and customize gold fingers. Then the most bizarre scene of the apocalypse appeared: I drove a mobile supermarket truck and sold all kinds of weird golden fingers in the wasteland, and my customers included: a convenience store owner who can eat zombies to evolve, a cultivator who uses zombies to make elixirs, a retired engineer who drives a Gundam, a Miao girl who uses zombies to raise poison, and an unlucky guy who has awakened to "absolute luck" but always uses his luck in the wrong place. Until one day, I found that these cheat users started to fight each other, and the system prompt sounded coldly: "The cheat recovery process has started, and the final survivor will obtain the 'New World Administrator' permission."
