Transmigrated As An Extra In The Apocalypse - Chapter 71 - 70: War (5)

Rinkai was an ordinary orphan with nothing but dreams of a brighter future. Honest and hardworking, he believed that effort would one day change his fate. But a tragic accident shattered everything.When he opened his eyes, he was no longer in the world he knew. Instead, he found himself in a realm where strength was absolute, and the weak had no place. Just as despair crept in, a mysterious voice echoed in his mind—[Ding! The Lucky spin System has been activated!]With a system that could grant him anything through sheer luck, Rinkai’s journey in this unpredictable world was about to begin.

Awakening to a post-apocalyptic world infested with zombies and mutated monsters, Alex makes a startling discovery: he possesses a system that grants him access to unlimited resources every day.【Congratulations, you've received unlimited bottled water.】【Congratulations, you've received unlimited 9mm bullets.】【Congratulations, you've received unlimited cold medicine.】...With each system notification, Alex's chances of survival soar while others struggle to stay alive.As everyone else fights for their lives, Alex finds himself living in luxury, residing in a lavish mansion where he leisurely sips red wine and savors grilled delicacies amidst the chaos of the end times...

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“Cataclysm: Worlds End”

The name of the game that threw the world into disaster. 3 months after its release it descended onto Earth, merging with it and creating an apocalypse.

Hordes of bloodthirsty monsters were let loose onto the waking world, killing and destroying everything in its wake. Landmarks were torn down, whole continents left desolate in the destructive wake of the Cataclysm.

As the Cataclysm descended, every human regardless of age heard a monotonous voice in their heads...

[Choose your Class]

The story follows Jayce, an accomplished Swordsman who is killed by a boss monster 10 years after the apocalypse began. One of his last sentences before his death was how he dreamed to be a Chef when he grew up.

After his death, he returns back in time to the release day of Cataclysm. Having 3 months to try and figure out a way to improve his odds of survival this time around.

And the day finally arrived.

[Choose your Class]

[Class: Chef has been chosen]

“W-Wait what? I didn't even get a choice!”

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