In my previous life, as an investment bank analyst, I died tragically because I didn't understand the rules after the ghost story came. A week before I was reborn and returned to the apocalypse, the first thing I did was to stock up like crazy - rice, flour, grains and oils, seeds, medicines, and even self-defense tools, turning my warehouse into a material fortress.
When the world was reduced to a slaughterhouse of bizarre rules, and others were trembling in horror copies, I was sitting in a warehouse heating up hotpot and drinking Coke, using my memory and analysis ability from my previous life to accurately block loopholes in the rules. They called me a "crazy hoarder," but they didn't know that my warehouse was connected to the world before the apocalypse.
Later, I formed an all-female "warehouse alliance" to take in sisters who had been abandoned by the rules. We farm, build, study rules, use the calmest minds and the most crazy methods to tear out a safe zone for women in this crazy world.
It wasn't until I captured a "game administrator" that I discovered that there was a bigger secret hidden behind this doomsday...
