As he called, a Q version of himself appeared on the upper right side of the retina, with a personal information column and a space backpack column appearing next to it.

"Name: Lin Anlan"

"Race: Human"

"Age: 19 years old︱621 years old"

"Gender: Male"

"Level: Lv1"

"Occupation: None"

"System functions: collection, shaping, navigation"

"Talent: Painting Skin"

"Talent effect: The soul of the dead object is imprisoned in the skin and carapace. The corpse puppet can be driven through the skin and carapace. When the skin and carapace are damaged, the corpse puppet covered by the damaged part will lose the ability to control; when the skin and carapace

If the damaged area exceeds 50%, the energy and spirit consumed by you in controlling the zombie puppets will be doubled (the number of zombie puppets currently controlled is 1)

(Erudition entry 1) Metal structures can be implanted in flesh and blood to enhance the zombie’s resistance to blows.

(Erudition Entry 2) You can extract part of your mental power and attach it to the corpse puppet, sharing the corpse puppet's sight for a short period of time.

(Erudition Entry 3) You can consume part of your mental power to replace the remaining consciousness in the corpse puppet, and briefly control the corpse puppet's actions."

"Backpack: Iron sword x 1, meat (white-haired mouse) x 77, iron ingot x 44, carrion (crypt cockroach) x 4, fluorite x 1"

"This panel is far different from the demigod time!"

Lin Anlan, who rarely opened his personal dashboard after his rebirth, shook his head. When he was a demigod in his previous life, his personal information column alone had 15 pages of information. How could it be as empty as the whiteboard period?

But Lin Anlan also knows that starting from scratch is an inevitable process.

Compared with his previous life, he can at least play the role of "erudite entry" now.

He glanced at the mailbox icon on the system panel and clicked on an email called "A Letter to All Humanity on Dome Star". The screen expanded and the line of beautiful fonts slowly appeared.

In the end, he could only sigh, lowering his head slightly to suppress the unbearable look in his eyes.

"Martyr~?" Lin Anlan sighed softly. He suppressed the throbbing of killing an innocent person with his own hands. Looking at the corpse figure that was swaying and following him, he pointed his finger on its face.

Some distorted expressions gradually became normal under the influence of super powers.

"For me, mercy is the hardest thing to have but the least valuable thing. I'm sorry, but I will let you rest in peace after completing my purpose."

He needs strength, and the survivors of Dome need a future.

If you want to find a glimmer of hope for the Dome Stars in this dark forest-like cave, it will inevitably involve endless wars and embezzlement.

There is no need to whitewash it, you cannot change the general environment, you can only blend into the general environment.

He is an executioner, he knows it and has never denied it.

He got under the base of the transport truck, snapped his fingers, and the corpse transporter slowly stood up and sat in the driver's seat, and drove the car in the direction of an arsenal camp outside the base city of Tokyo.

—Inside the camp—

"The weather today is unexpectedly good!"

In a heavy industrial park in Roppongi, Miike Kyoutaro, who had just finished work at the machinery assembly factory, looked up at the sky. It was comparable to the heavy work of Internet 996 before the disaster, but for Miike Kyoutaro, he could still find a job with adequate salary.

Work is truly a blessing.

In an industry like Xingtaro's, there will be a large number of intelligent machines to cooperate with employees to operate. Although the working hours are long and boring, relatively speaking, the work intensity is not too high, and he is already very satisfied.

After all, since the apocalypse virus APOCALYPSEVIRUS has ravaged the world, major regions around the world have been plunged into turmoil.

It is really not easy to find a safe place in the chaos and be able to make a living.

The factory where Antarō joined was located outside the base city of Tokyo. It was mainly engaged in the assembly of special equipment parts. Each of its subordinate factories actually did not require many people.

It only requires a small number of professional talents with experience in related industries, such as Xingtaro, who was the technical director of a former Nichishima arsenal.

From the perspective of industry insiders like Xingtaro, this industry has long daily working hours and few monthly breaks. Even on holidays, they cannot shut down their phones and sleep peacefully. The high average wages can only be said to be worthy of their labor.

Even the place of work is not in the base city, but in a dangerous and desolate wilderness, with no place to spend money.

But he still chose this job.

The reason is that in troubled times, staying in such an arsenal has enough security, and even the canteen food you eat every day is better. It is much more comfortable than those bastards outside Roppongi in the Tokyo base city.

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After all, I am a successful person, and I am a superior person in the era of disasters. Occasionally showing sympathy to the people at the bottom and donating 200 yen to a charity foundation every six months is already a generous favor to those people at the bottom who cannot provide value and can only serve as experimental subjects.

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Although it was only ten years since the great catastrophe, the whole world was reversing history and heading towards a barbaric future that would never return. The once fringe cities were deserted and the ground was covered with weeds.

But now the vast majority of people are forced to huddle behind walls, living day after day, and the social security environment has declined like an avalanche.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously touched his hair. His originally lush hair had become increasingly sparse in recent years. Due to the decline of industrial standards in the environment caused by disasters and light pollution, history was inevitably set back, so that

He had lost a lot of hair, and he was particularly dissatisfied when a handsome young man from Tokyo University turned into a greasy middle-aged man.

Fortunately, the heavy work in the factory is over, and the long-lost vacation has arrived.

Without the busy work, Xingtaro looked at the gray sky and felt that the sun was just right.

"There have been a lot of monsters attacking the arsenal recently. Fortunately, Gautier has enough numbers. Otherwise, if those monsters rush into the arsenal, it will be a big problem. But it doesn't matter. In a few days, this mess will be left to the next person to deal with!"

A trace of worry flashed in Xingtaro's eyes, but he still had a smile on his face after remembering what a certain GHQ executive who was very happy to be praised by him told him a few days ago.

The bright future of returning to the base city of Tokyo as a small supervisor was waving to him, and he could even imagine the envious looks he would receive from the people around him after he became the small leader of the security team.

Maybe he can sneak into the slums of Roppongi and use his status to comfort those poor ladies who don't even have money to buy clothes without spending a penny.
Chapter completed!