In the wasteland after the nuclear explosion, Lin Qiao took over a convenience store called "7-∞".
The shelves here are never out of stock—canned lychees from 2012 stand side by side with quantum batteries from 2045, and the sweet smell of radiation-free strawberries can overpower the putrid stench of dead rats. The system gave her privileges: exchanging hugs for painkillers, exchanging tears for pure water, and even turning the enemy's hatred into defense codes.
But the dark rules deep in the shelves gradually emerged:
Each shop owner died on a major anniversary in his life, and his body became a charging point for the system;
The essence of "emotional exchange" is a trap to harvest soul fragments;
The materials on the shelves with different eras printed on them are actually the remains of countless parallel times and spaces.
When Lin Qiao discovered hundreds of copies of herself in the freezing chamber, and when the mechanical spider spit out the last words of the 43rd shop owner, "Don't believe the pain threshold," she finally realized——
This convenience store is alive.
It is parasitic on the fate of the host, feeding the greedy space-time rift with the death data of the previous shop owner. Every time the shelves are reorganized, the system is chewing up the residue of civilization.
At this moment, the system pops up a red prompt:
[Please redeem a "sincere kiss" to the 7th customer today]
The woman holding the baby outside the door had the same cinnabar nevus chip embedded in the back of her neck.
In this time tomb that connects all the apocalypses, Lin Qiao has only two choices:
Be the next "special offer" to be swallowed up by the shelves,
Or rewrite convenience stores as daggers aimed at high-dimensional civilization.
——After all, what she is best at is putting a price on doomsday.
Intention: The spirit of courage and unremitting pursuit