[Doomsday] + [Game Invasion] + [National Survival] + [Infrastructure Maniac] + [Cute Pet] + [Hoarding] + [No CP]
The doomsday game is coming, and the rich in the city are selling iron and hoarding supplies, just to survive for one more day.
Canaan spent all his savings to grab five boxes of water and five boxes of biscuits, only to be robbed by the system as soon as he entered the game.
All supplies were cleared, leaving only a rusty iron ax and a piece of coarse cloth. He had to survive for fifty days before leaving.
The mentality is broken.
Until she found a red button hidden in the corner of her backpack: [Copy].
One can of canned beef becomes two cans, two cans become four cans, infinite doubling. While others were desperately cutting down trees and digging for food, she was drinking mineral water and eating canned beef in the desert, as leisurely as on vacation.
With enough bullets and iron ingots on the ground, she lived as the most outrageous existence in the apocalypse.
Then the system announcement exploded.
"The wealth value of the player's 'Bubble' has been exposed. A server-wide kill order is in effect: Kill the bubble player and inherit all his property."
The chat channel was filled with excitement. Starving people with red eyes, survivors about to be torn apart by zombies, desperadoes holding axes, hundreds of thousands of people changed directions at the same time and rushed towards the same coordinates.
Someone sneered: "What kind of trouble can a woman make?"
Canaan took a look at the duplicated supplies in his backpack, silently clicked on the [Camp Strengthening] page, and built dozens of defense towers.
When the dark crowd rushed to her camp, they were all dumbfounded.
The muzzles were arranged densely, and the firelight reflected her cold face.
"Aren't you going to chase me?" She tilted her head, "Come on."
That day, there was a legend in the wasteland: Don't mess with the woman named Bubble. She had an entire arsenal in her backpack.
