My Cell Prison - Chapter 1218 - 1217: Monster

“Mr. Chen, your order of one hundred buckets of fried chicken has arrived.”

“Mr. Chen, your order of one hundred roast ducks has arrived.”

“Mr. Chen, your order of ten thousand tons of pork has arrived.”

Known as the King of the Void, Chen Luo, relied on his unparalleled survival abilities to outlast all survivors, leaving no human left in the world except monsters.

Chen Luo, who found no meaning in living, buried himself in a pit. It wasn’t that he couldn’t survive, but that he didn’t want to.

After waking up, Chen Luo was surprised to find himself reborn one month before the apocalypse, with his unique space ability from his past life following him.

It goes without saying, he decided to stockpile ten billion supplies first. Why stockpile so much? Chen Luo said he wanted to try something different in this lifetime.

Tycoon + Beauties + Rebirth + Humor + Anti-routine“As long as the host interacts with a beauty rated 90 or above, they can receive a cash reward.”“Moreover, for every 30-point increase in the target's favorability towards the host, there is a guaranteed chance to win a prize!”“So, what might the prize be?”“Common prizes include a Beauty Evolution Agent that can enhance the host’s attractiveness from a score of 78 to a stunning 95...”“Well... actually, I don't really care about the money or the lottery. Mainly, I just really love playing games!”From then on, Zhang Jingdong changes his destiny with the help of the extravagant system, reaching the pinnacle of life.

Every novel has a slag character, the one who decides to abandon the protagonist at his lowest, most helpless point, either because he can’t stand the poor guy’s circumstances or for other reasons. But after the protagonist wins his way in life again, they’re the ones who beg with broken sobs to be taken back.

Still, water once spilled can’t be recovered again.

Yet the unlucky Shen Jiayan has been bound to a Water Recovery* System to do just that.

*water recovery – comes from an idiom that means “spilled water can’t be recovered” (English equivalent: there’s no use crying over spilt milk).

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A question I often ask myself, is the human desire for self-destruction never going away?

Travel through the endless apocalypse world, and find the answer behind every kind of demise!

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