Bai Bai hit the jackpot.
Literally.
A heavy truck crashed through the guardrail, and when she opened her eyes, she had become a bottom-tier delivery worker sharing the exact same name in an apocalyptic world.
Her spatial storage was a meager one cubic meter, her mental strength was on the verge of exhaustion, and she had a nasty, painful bump swelling on the back of her head.
The system compensated her with a cheat code: 2x Replication.
Bai Bai: “I’m filing a complaint!”
That’s it? That was until she discovered that food could be replicated, water could be replicated, and even other people’s superpowers could be replicated.
Bai Bai: “…Alright, not bad. I can hoard.”
Then, mad dogs sneaked into her residential compound, her friends list turned into a roll call of the dead, and the local Know-It-All owed her a life.
Bai Bai: “So this damn apocalypse is forcing me to hoard, huh? Fine.”
Then she would hoard until no one could ever mess with her again.
