Help! This Apocalypse Has Forced Me to Go Crazy and Stock up on Space.

Bai Bai is lucky. What a stroke of luck. A Universiade truck ran over the guardrail, she opened her eyes and became a low-level delivery person with the same name in the apocalypse. The space was only 1 cubic meter, his mental energy was on the verge of exhaustion, and there was a fatal swelling on the back of his head. The system compensates with a cheat-double copy. Bai Bai: Complain! That's it? Until she discovered that food can be copied, water can be copied, and other people's powers can also be copied. Bai Bai: ... Not bad, I can stock up. Then, a mad dog sneaks into the community, his friend list is full of dead people, and Passepartout still owes her a life. Bai Bai: This apocalypse forces me to stock up, right? OK. Then stock up until no one can touch her.