Stockpiling and Leveling Up for Doomsday Survival

[Main story complete] [Coming soon: The Everyday Life of Running an Apocalypse Safehouse, a similar story. Please add it to your reading list~] When the apocalypse survival game began, Fang Zhiyi was stocking shelves at his family’s grocery store. The bad news: The rules of the apocalypse were breaking down, supplies were scarce, danger lurked everywhere, and people had become unpredictable. The good news: His grocery store had come along with him. The apocalyptic downpour came, and floodwaters surged in. Zombies besieged the city, leaving everyone running for their lives. The world froze over, temperatures turned extreme... Luckily, supplies were the one thing he had in abundance. All he had to do was stock up, upgrade, and conquer one apocalypse after another until he became the King of the Apocalypse. The man spoke unhurriedly. “May I ask if I have the honor of becoming the King of the Apocalypse’s man?” Fang Zhiyi answered briskly. “Depends on how you do.” Please add the similar upcoming story, The Everyday Life of Running an Apocalypse Safehouse, to your reading list. Fang Hao lost his job and inherited the inn his grandfather had left him. The inn was remote and badly run-down. Before he could show what he could do, he received a bill for its construction costs. Debt: 1,000,000 Savings: -500 Fang Hao: ...Maybe I should just go get a regular job again. Then he unexpectedly bound himself to a management System. From the start, he had a single inn. He could welcome different guests and earn items, raise their favorability, trade for coins to upgrade the building, and unlock different facilities... His guests were a strange bunch. Some claimed to be survivors from Base No. 7; others came from a frozen hell where the sun had gone extinct, or from worlds plagued by acid rain and mutated plants... They all said the inn was the only safehouse in the world. It had warm beds and delicious food, drawing survivors from countless apocalyptic worlds and making them worship it like a god. Fang Hao: O O? As long as it makes money, who cares? But these people from apocalyptic worlds were desperately poor, and sometimes they could only pay their lodging fees with local “specialties.” Fang Hao went into business as a middleman, selling ice from the frozen hell to an extremely hot world with two suns, and mutant plants to an insect-plagued world to help clear out the bugs... His clientele kept growing, and business was booming. Some guests also started thinking about taking the safehouse for themselves. But the moment they had a crooked idea, they saw the cold-faced killer standing behind the young owner and fled in terror, trembling all the way. Fang Hao was frustrated. He should’ve known better than to hire such a fierce man as a waiter. Theme: When you’re already at rock bottom, every direction is uphill