Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
The strong and healthy started to take over.
That was because they could defend against zombies, find food, and could… Fight back.
The weak ended up as the bottom rug.
In the factory, most of the higher-ups were people with brains, experience, and skills and were top of the pyramid. They had high salaries and were treated well and respected by everyone.
These people were strong with their brains but weak and had no stamina or strength. Some of them turned into zombies when the apocalypse started, and the other part was fortunate to survive. But they were defenseless, so not to mention killing zombies, just searching for food and running ten meters was something that they found tiring.
Those ordinary people in charge of hard labor with little to no technical skill could rely on their strong bodies to find food. They could also kill zombies and obtain the crystals that could be used to spin the mysterious gachapon.
As long as they could get a potion, they would evolve.
Thus, those people who were high above in the past had fallen off their pedestals, and the ones that replaced them were the ordinary people whom they had trampled all over.
Food, water, cigarettes, wine, all sorts of resources, and even women were things that they got now.
Facing this sudden change, Le Dayuan and the others found it hard to adapt.
But that wasn’t important. During peacetime, the higher-ups would listen to your opinions and might make some fake changes. But now, whatever listening was nonsense. If you didn’t follow instructions, then you would scram. If you angered them, they would punch you at a minimum. At worst, it might lead to your death!
Sometimes Le Dayuan felt that he had returned to an era--- Era of slavery.
But it didn’t matter what he felt. The important thing was that others adapted to this world, and he didn’t.
A loud laughter spread from the end of the corridor. Le Dayuan could smell the fragrance of smoked chicken through all the shit and urine. This resulted in acid rising on his empty stomach, which caused
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