At the End of Reincarnation, I Will End up in Charge Because I Worked Hard to Make a Good Meal

[Infinite flow of the end of the world, imagination, no cp, strange rules] In 2025, the explosion caused by a failed grand experiment destroyed reality, placing mankind in a cracked space full of mysterious rules, and one death cycle after another. The horrors and unknowns that originally existed based on imagination seem not to be satisfied with simply living there. They begin to gradually extend their tentacles towards the only remaining hope and future of mankind... "Stop, stop, stop!" "It's about weird rules and bullshit doomsday stockpiling scripts again. You don't find this kind of shitty street stuff boring... Besides, what does this have to do with me, a stinky wage earner who eats good food all day long?" An tide held the Guochao takeout package and took two bites of rice into her mouth with a black liquid spoon. "Is it possible that you expect me to save the world?" Until she accidentally ate a silvery-white metal piece from a smoke alarm ()