Sector 10. The Ruined Earth. Day 1 of the Zombie Apocalypse.The streets were burning. Millions of terrified citizens fled from the flesh-eating infected, their screams echoing through the collapsing city. It was the end of the world.But deep underground, inside a ten-foot-thick reinforced titanium bunker, Lin Chen was sitting on a plush leather sofa, casually cutting into a perfectly cooked, medium-rare Wagyu steak while sipping a 1982 vintage red wine.Lin Chen was a 'Regressor'. He had returned from the future, bringing with him the ultimate cheat: an [SSS-Rank Infinite Dimensional Space].Before the apocalypse hit, he had maxed out every credit card, sold his properties, and relentlessly emptied every supermarket, wholesale warehouse, and meat-packing plant in the tri-state area."Fools," Lin Chen smirked, watching the horrific news broadcast on his 100-inch flat-screen TV. "While they starve, I have exactly fifty million tons of fried chicken, purified water, and tactical gear s

Sector 1. Metropolis Center. The Elite General Hospital VIP Ward.The massive, sterile VIP suite was filled with the city's top surgeons, all of them sweating profusely. On the life-support bed lay Patriarch Zhao, the wealthiest tech magnate in the eastern district, moments away from total organ failure."His vitals are crashing! The modern machines can't save him!" the Head Surgeon panicked."Step aside, you ignorant fools," a cold, arrogant voice echoed.Ye Tian, the legendary 'Divine Healer' who had just descended from the mystical Kunlun Mountains, pushed his way through the crowd. He wore a faded, ancient Daoist robe and carried a weathered wooden box."Your pathetic Western instruments are useless against a disrupted meridian!" Ye Tian sneered. He opened the box, revealing a set of incredibly old, slightly tarnished silver needles. "Watch and learn. I shall use the lost 'Taiyi Divine Needles' and my ancestral 'Black Jade Pill' to pull him back from the gates of hell!"With super

Sector 1. Metropolis. The Apex Luxury Auto Dealership.Wang Hao swaggered into the multi-million-credit supercar dealership wearing a pair of cheap flip-flops and a stained t-shirt. Yesterday, he was a broke college student eating instant noodles. Today, he was the host of the [Supreme Prodigal System].A glowing blue screen hovered in his vision. [Daily Task: Spend 1,000,000,000 Absolute Credits before midnight. Penalty for failure: Immediate Obliteration.]"Hey, you! Salesman!" Wang Hao yelled arrogantly, slamming a black, unbranded credit card onto the front desk. "I want every single hypercar in this showroom. And I don't want a discount. I want to pay ten times the sticker price! Keep the change!"The salesman and the other wealthy customers gasped. Ten times the price?! Who was this madman?Wang Hao sneered. This was the ultimate thrill. He was going to use the system's infinite money glitch to slap the faces of all the rich snobs in the city.The salesman shakily took the black

Sector 1. Metropolis. The Apex Corporation Global Plaza.The Apex Corporation Global Plaza was a sprawling, multi-billion-credit architectural marvel, heavily guarded by King Dynamics private security.Standing right in the center of the pristine, titanium-paved plaza was Chen Ming, a completely average twenty-two-year-old wearing a cheap hoodie. He had been standing there, staring at the corporate logo, for exactly twenty-nine days.Today was day thirty. The ultimate milestone.Chen Ming possessed the [Supreme Daily Sign-In System]. He didn't need to cultivate, he didn't need to work, and he didn't need a brain. He just needed to stand in important places and check in."System, execute the thirty-day consecutive sign-in at the King Dynamics Headquarters!" Chen Ming commanded in his mind, his heart racing with greed.[Ding! 30-Day Consecutive Sign-In Successful!] [Reward: 10% Equity Shares in King Dynamics. You are now the second-largest shareholder!]"YES!" Chen Ming pumped his fist

Sector 3. Metropolis. A Dingy, Trash-Filled Back Alley.The scent of unimaginably delicious fried rice wafted through the damp, narrow alleyway, completely masking the smell of the nearby overflowing dumpsters.Standing behind a greasy, battered iron wok was Chef Yan, the arrogant host of the [Supreme Gourmet God System].Despite the terrible location, a line of fifty people in tailored suits—CEOs, mafia bosses, and high-society socialites—stood shivering in the cold dampness, waiting patiently for a single bowl of his legendary 'Golden Phoenix Fried Rice'.A wealthy real estate mogul stepped up to the stall, pulling out a thick stack of cash. "Chef Yan! Please, I'll pay fifty thousand credits! Just let me buy two bowls! My pregnant wife is craving it!"Chef Yan didn't even look up from his wok. He flipped the rice with arrogant disdain."Read the sign, idiot," Chef Yan sneered, pointing to a piece of cardboard nailed to the brick wall. "One bowl per customer. Ten thousand credits a b