Doomsday System: Stock up on Thirty Layers of Supplies at the Beginning

When the first wisp of black fog passed over the windowsill on the 28th floor, the hustle and bustle of the city had been swallowed up. Mu Chen stared at the rising ink wave through the glass, and listened to the sound of plant growth that sounded like bones breaking from outside the window. The mobile phone screen flickered on and off in the darkness, and the curses and pleas for help among the owners were gradually replaced by bloody screams. First, the branches of the giant tree penetrated the glass and strung the whole family together, and then there was the "click" sound of the mutated dog grinding its fangs in the corridor. He touched the corner filled with mineral water and listened to the system's cold count: "People who meet the requirements have been detected: appearance value 8.5 Points, survival value A level." At this moment, a face swollen by black mist was reflected outside the cat's eye, and the sound of his knuckles knocking on the door was like a drumbeat: "Please... Let me in..." Under the black mist, there are no living people, only "survivors" and evolving monsters waiting to be selected.