Apocalypse Supplier: If My Customers Aren't Dead, I Can't Die

The day I was laid off, I received a job offer from a company.

Position: Apocalypse Survival Solution Provider

Clients: All dying worlds in the universe

Probation: Survive the first mission to become a full-time employee

Failure: Immediate execution

First client: A zombie girl named Xiao Shishi.

Supplies on hand: A box of self-heating hot pots, a pistol with infinite ammo, and a survival manual that can write by itself.

Yesterday, the manual wrote: "Don't open the door when your neighbor knocks."

Today, it wrote: "There are seven former employees inside your body."

Tomorrow, it will write: "Every time they borrow your strength, you get one step closer to no longer being yourself."

My pet is a little fox that can't fight, but nuzzles my hand when I'm in dire straits.

My System has two faces: one hands out KPIs, the other teaches me how to exploit loopholes.

Only later did I learn that there are another 1,000,000 contained civilizations lining up in the Multiverse Library.