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Awakening of the apocalypse involution system, while others are busy fighting zombies and building bases, Lin Juan is busy giving out simulation papers of "Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Cultivation to Immortality" to the zombies. When the zombie was slapped on the palm of his hand because of his grievance, Lin Juan was so excited that he trembled all over: "I have my business blueprint for the apocalypse!"

I am the most lonely monster in the apocalypse, even zombies avoid me. After rebirth, I activated the mysterious power and devoured the core of the Zombie King at the beginning. While others are still fighting for the first-level crystal core, I have leveled the base of the former "Humanity Hope". The military put me on a wanted list, and civilian organizations considered me taboo. Standing on the ruins, I chuckled: "I make the rules of this world."

I was forced into a mental hospital just because I could see the real rules of the world. The doctor gave me a sedative and said I needed treatment. I smiled and asked him: "Are you sure you want me to become like those walking zombies outside?" Blood began to ooze from the walls of the hospital, and the nurse's mouth was split from the corner of her mouth to the base of her ear. The doctor watched in horror and I just pulled the needle out. "Welcome to the real world, doctor."

On the day of Yun Che's awakening, he detected the "withered grass", a once-in-a-century useless star soul, and became the laughing stock of Luo Xing Town. However, when the ridicule broke out, the dead grass in his palm actually bloomed into a chaotic green lotus, and the meteorite heavy sword appeared in the sky at the same time. The messenger from Meteor Star Mountain who abandoned him in the past knelt down and shouted tremblingly: "Young Master, please return to the position of Lord of the Mountain!" And in the corner, the blind girl selling sugar water had a hint of star beast's golden light quietly passing through her eyes...

On the first day of the power outage in the urban village, the landlord knocked on the door downstairs to demand rent. The neighbors screamed and ran away. I locked the door and took stock of the supplies: Half a bag of rice, three bags of pickled mustard, and the public faucet that the landlord forgot to turn off yesterday before the water was cut off. I silently tore up the college admission notice and folded it into a paper pot. "You have to boil some water first."