The apocalypse had arrived. Supplies were scarce, and a sudden “open-box system” crashed down on Bai Zhuo, leaving her seeing stars.
Complete tasks to earn draws and obtain survival supplies?
As system warehouses, safe houses, and weapon storage rooms came online one after another, Bai Zhuo applauded. Good, very good—if she wasn’t going to lie down and win this time, who would?
Near–minus-one-hundred-degree extreme cold, surface-cracking heatwaves, zombies everywhere, bizarre mutated plants… everything was rushing wildly toward an unknown direction.
Zombie mutations suspected to be artificially controlled, targeted hunts against space-type ability users—was this apocalypse a battle against nature, or a war against people?
With a frying pan, she effortlessly sent a high-level zombie flying. A smile curved on Bai Zhuo’s lips; no matter what the truth was, nothing would stop her from completing her missions.
Listening to the system’s continuous “loot box opened” notifications in her ear, she snapped her fingers and walked off into the distance with a light laugh.
One day, we will see blue skies, blooming flowers, and hope.
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