In the eighth year of the apocalypse, the base's loudspeaker screamed heart-breakingly: It's forbidden to mess it up! Violators will be thrown into the corpse tide! Others were busy grabbing supplies, but Feng Bo lay down on the ruins and sunbathed in the radiation cloud. Dead Rising? He turned over and went back to sleep. A vicious beast attacking the city? He welded the iron door shut and cooked himself a bowl of expired instant noodles.
The system was furious, but activated his hidden talent - [Breaking Aura]: The damage suffered was forced to save, and all malicious consequences were reflected. The amount of energy he absorbed while lying down was a hundred times more than that of all human Liver Emperors combined.
When the strongest man led a thousand-man team to kneel down and beg him to come out of the mountain, Feng Bo lazily yawned: If the sky falls, you hold on, and I will become a god by the way.
