The zombie outbreak hit, and the whole world fell. I became the most useless ordinary person alive.
As I lay dying after being bitten, I was bound to the mysterious hidden shop of the [Interstellar Ranch]...
[Ding! Exchange for an energy pistol and instantly kill an evolved zombie!]
[Ding! Exchange for light armor and crush the zombie horde!]
[Ding! Summon an engineering expert and build a steel fortress!]
While everyone else was risking their lives for a piece of bread, I was clearing whole blocks with an energy cannon.
While others were gloating over their newly awakened powers, I was raising an army of a million mechs.
Just when everyone thought I was going to rule the wasteland,
I discovered a horrifying truth:
Earth was nothing but a ranch run by the advanced civilization known as the Moro!
The zombie virus was feed, people with special abilities were merchandise, and the apocalypse was simply harvest season.
Ha! You want to harvest humanity?
Come and try. I'll blow up your ranch first!
A very nice book