Zombie Apocalypse: Start with a Pan

Five minutes before I was reborn and returned to the apocalypse, I rushed to the supermarket to grab supplies, but only got a handful of pans. The system suddenly activated: "It is detected that the host is using a pan, and the God of Cooking skill is unlocked: killing zombies with one pot will double the explosion rate!" The barrage exploded instantly: "Damn it! Is this guy using a pan to grab instant noodles? Is he because he doesn't want to die quickly enough?" I sneered, picked up the pot and swatted away the zombies that rushed in. The barrage was quiet for a second, and then went crazy: "Boss! Please take me away!" At this time, a voice with a Northeastern accent came from behind: "Brother, can you lend me your pot...?" A chill ran down the back of my neck and I opened my eyes suddenly. The familiar crack on the ceiling lay there like a twisted centipede. The sunshine outside the window was just right, and the shouts of the breakfast stall came from downstairs, mixed with the aroma of fried dough sticks. The phone screen turned on, and the time was clearly - August 2, 2026, 7:55 in the morning.