The end of the world is coming, and I have bound myself to the "Apocalypse Food Tycoon" system.
I thought I was going to make a fortune from egg fried rice, but the system asked me to sell Starry Sky Pies to zombies.
I broke down and protested: "They can't even taste the brains!"
When the first zombie finished eating, he actually cried and took out the collected head to pay the bill: "Boss, here's another one, this is my ex, crunchy!"
Purpose: strive to change lives