Don't Panic, the Apocalyptic Style of My Containment Is Wrong

The overlord contract destroyed Liu Ye's handbag company, which was on the verge of bankruptcy. From then on, he became the smooth director of "Shelter No. 1". But his client is a bit special: A bloody and fearful zombie king is being hailed as a new star in the dance world by the square dance aunt; A mechanical being who worshiped a second-hand refrigerator as a holy object almost blew up his kitchen; A wasteland ranger who drew his gun when he saw the green belt in the community insisted that it was a radiation mutation zone; There is also an ancient alchemist who chases the neighbor's Erha with a charm to "subdue demons and eliminate demons"... Liu Ye originally wanted to make a fool of himself, but unexpectedly the "supplier" got away with it. Doomsday fragments—zombie frenzy, mechanical disasters, and otherworldly magic—began to randomly refresh in the city. What's even more outrageous is that the salesman who tricked him told him: Your genes are the only "anchor of reality"! In order not to be killed as an accomplice of the doomsday, in order to pay off the "wages" owed to employees (scrap iron, cinnabar, type O blood), Liu Ye could only drive the broken truck that was about to fall apart, and with these problem "employees", he crashed into the cracks in the timeline. His tasks: Contain doomsday elements, correct historical bugs, and by the way... Prevent a certain advanced civilization from "system formatting" the world. When the Reaper fleet approached the city, Liu Ye stood in front of the "waste coalition" composed of zombies, machines, and magicians, and raised his horn: "Stop arguing! After this battle, I'll treat everyone to hot pot!"