Post-Apocalyptic Stockpiling: My Human Backpack Is Leveling Up

Before the apocalypse, Wu Xiaolan accidentally bound herself to the Omnipotent Spatial System. System Evaluation: A fragile, penniless weakling with nothing to her name (wandering version). From that day on, Wu Xiaolan frantically hoarded supplies into her dimension—ranging from airplanes and missiles down to rice and flour, not even sparing the ghost money from the crematorium. She thought that hoarding supplies and keeping a low profile was the right way to play the game, but who knew the system would actually ask her to save the world? Wu Xiaolan: “Are you kidding me? I’m just a human-shaped backpack.” System: “You’re not fighting alone; your colleagues are all crying out to be fed.” A strong yet looks-obsessed best friend, a dark-fearing yet all-around special forces king, a cat-eared boy with a mysterious identity, a mama’s boy genius tech-maniac-maniac-maniac-maniac… When idle, the family starts fires to cook, raises pigs, and farms; when busy, they specialize in putting various troublemakers in their place. In short, the missions are endless, the spatial dimension is unfillable, the system frequently malfunctions, the colleagues shout that they’re hungry every day, the future is bleak, but every single day is filled with joy. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Post-Apocalyptic Stockpiling: My Human Backpack Is Leveling Up — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠