The Dark Tide Is Coming: I Rely on Space and Fat Cats to Survive

Half a year before the Black Tide came, Zhou Chen began to have the same nightmare. The black tide surged from the ground, flooding high-rise buildings, streets, and people. He thought he was crazy until he saw the black mist wandering in the air, and a space the size of a fist appeared in his palm. Graduated from technical secondary school, works in telemarketing, earns a monthly salary of 4,000, and raises an orange cat that looks like a gas tank. He decided to take a gamble - exchange all his savings for compressed biscuits, mineral water, and medicine, and stuff them into the space that was getting bigger every day. Colleagues laughed at him and ran away with the money, and the landlord thought he was involved in a pyramid scheme. Six months later, the sky cracked. The black tide surged out, mutants ran rampant, and humans returned to the wilderness overnight. Those who laughed at him cried outside the door and begged for a bite to eat. Zhou Chen patted the atavistically mutated orange cat in his arms and opened up the space: "Guo Ba, close the door and let the cat out."