The Apocalypse Is Here, and My Pocket Dimension Is Haunted?

[An unconventional apocalypse + an unconventional golden finger + no romance + ensemble cast + meticulous details + slow burn]

A stroke of luck lands Tao Qian a mysterious space.

Wait… Is the apocalypse coming? Or am I going to transmigrate?

She hurriedly persuades her family to stockpile like crazy.

As she gets carried away with the preparations, she realizes there's something odd about her space. For example:

A proposal she threw together for her company as a token bid, filling in the details with rough estimates, is so comprehensive and detailed after the bid opening, and matches the client's sealed estimate word for word, that she's caught cheating.

She buys a few boxes of fresh fruit, only for them to turn into rotten fruit crawling with fruit flies and maggots.

She brings home a tray of eggs, but in the middle of the night, a chirping chick appears among a pile of dry eggshells, pecking at a plate of egg fried rice.

She collects the family's unused phones and old appliances to take for recycling, but the lot all turns into neatly sorted raw materials.

One bizarre mishap follows another. Some are laughable, others downright terrifying. There's no pattern and no way to predict what will happen. What the heck, is this some kind of prank space?!

Tao Qian suspects there might be a ghost haunting the space. She tests it nervously for a long time but gets nowhere.

Her unreliable golden finger leaves her at a loss and terribly anxious.

Should she keep stockpiling, or stop? Is the apocalypse really coming?

Soon, the apocalypse arrives right on schedule.

Natural disasters, viruses, zombies, mutations… The outside world has descended into chaos.

And Tao Qian is still locked in a battle of wits with her infuriating space…