Dual Transmigration: Your Apocalypse Is My Paradise!

These are the worst of times. A meteor shower unleashed endless disasters, and humanity fell from the top of the food chain. The zombie hordes evolved by the day, numbering in the tens of billions. They mated by the roadside, bred without restraint, and devoured every scrap of flesh they could find. Intelligent demon beasts invaded the cities, crushing the former rulers beneath their feet. These are the best of times. By a twist of fate, Mo Bai gained the ability to travel between two worlds. Could the power bank he casually picked up in the ruins really be a solid-state battery? Could the obsolete AI in that wristband really joke around and flirt with people? What? You’re saying there’s a dedicated nuclear fusion power station in this old residential complex? Abandoned flying cars everywhere, gold nobody wants, alloys with off-the-charts strength, and exotic minerals nowhere to be found on Blue Star... Years later. Online commenter: Mo Bai definitely has a System backing him. Otherwise, where would he get all that futuristic tech? Mo Bai: What are you talking about? I earned everything I have by risking my life.