Ongoing"While others are gnawing on tree bark in the apocalypse, I'm eating tomahawk steaks in a luxury RV; while others are selling their dignity for a bottle of water, my mineral water can fill the Pacific Ocean; when all the survivors beg for shelter—I'm sorry, this space only accommodates beautiful men."
Meteorologist Su Wanqing is reborn three days before the apocalypse. Her left hand has a family heirloom, the "Eternal Box," and her right hand has a hoarding system that gives crazy rebates.
Heavy rain flooded the city? She moved out the world's largest storage supermarket and built a cloud garden at a height of a thousand meters.
Extreme cold froze the earth? She replicated the Dubai Burj Al Arab hotel and boiled top-grade Wagyu beef in a hot spring pool.
When the purple-haired, mixed-race handsome boy was soaked and huddled in the corner, she casually threw a towel: "Call me sister, and I'll build you an oceanarium."
The abstinent, white-haired professor was besieged by zombies, and she drove an armored RV over the zombie tide: "Teacher Lu, would you like to try a mobile villa that can bathe, cook, and transform?"
Until one day she discovered:
The tea-like, mixed-race perfumer has tears that can cure the zombie virus;
The cold-faced mechanical genius can disassemble military nuclear power plants with bare hands;
Even the red-haired wolf cub she picked up, when he goes berserk, can flatten a mountain!
"Is it still possible to return it now?"
"Too late."
The handsome men pinned her between the shelves full of supplies, the purple pupils reflecting the cold light of firearms: "Isn't sister going to build an apocalyptic Eden? We are much more useful than canned food."
In this doomsday carnival, who is the real prey?