On the second day after the red fog erupted, while everyone else was chewing tree bark, Lu Chenzhou's supermarket connected to all the worlds.
Cultivation world's Foundation-Building Pills? One bucket of spicy chicken feet would do. A laser cannon blueprint from a technological plane? Three cartons of Zhonghua cigarettes. While others crawled through hordes of zombies, his supermarket had already been upgraded into an iron-clad fortress, and survivors were fighting tooth and nail to get in as employees.
Some people called him cold-blooded for refusing to save those in danger. Lu Chenzhou had only one reply: "I'm cold-blooded, and I'm alive. You're warm-blooded, so just wait and see."
Rifts tore open in the sky, and all the worlds came knocking at his door. In this apocalypse, he made the rules.
