The apocalypse is coming, and everyone is frantically competing for scarce resources.
I have awakened the talent of copying, which can copy all materials and even talents.
While others were fighting in the wasteland, I copied a supermarket and lay down playing games every day.
When the top brass at the base were fighting over an expired can, I copied the Manchu-Han banquet and broadcast it live, making the whole internet cry.
Until that day, the most powerful person in mankind came to me with a fierce look in his eyes: "Hand over your talent!"
I looked at him, slowly copied ten of him of the same style, gathered in a circle, and asked sincerely: "Do you... Want to play mahjong?"
