"Unknown type detected: Gourmet type. Unable to fight. Class F."
Lin Ze stood on the awakening stage, listening to the laughter of the audience.
"Warning: Only 3% of China's national fortune remains. If it reaches zero, civilization will be wiped out."
The laughter stopped.
Everyone is looking at him.
Three days later, the Divine Realm Tower. Three hundred zombies surrounded the Chinese team.
Everyone is on the run.
Lin Ze squatted down, lit a fire, and poured some oil.
"What are you doing?!"
"Cooking."
"Are you crazy?!"
He handed a bowl of egg fried rice to a veteran who was called "defective".
After the veteran finished eating, he punched the zombie's head off.
The whole place was dead silent.
The captain of the Japanese team came over and looked at him condescendingly: "You are an F-level cook, how dare you——"
"I'm cooking," Lin Ze said without raising his head, "Don't make any noise."
Later, this sentence became the last thing the awakened people around the world wanted to hear.
Because every time I hear it, it means——
They are going to lose.
