Doomsday: with unlimited warehouse system



The desolation of the apocalypse continued to spread across this once bustling land. In the suburbs, within an abandoned farm, a skinny young man cautiously poked his head out of a haystack, his eyes scanning the surroundings like a rat, illuminated by the moonlight.

After a moment, the man whispered to the bald man beside him, who was crouching in the grass, "Boss, the intelligence was wrong. There's not a soul here! Damn it! We traveled all this way for nothing! Not even a hair to be found!" The skinny man stood up from the grass, spitting out in frustration. Hearing his companion's words, the bald man glanced around and confirmed that indeed, there was no sign of activity. He stood up as well.

"Sigh! It's getting harder and harder for us Rats Clan to survive!" The bald man put away his large machete and sighed.

Both of them were survivors in this post-apocalyptic world, ordinary people without awakened abilities. Consequently, they naturally became members of the Rats Clan. However, they hadn't joined any Rat Clan faction and instead established their own "Murder God Gang."

The bald man, Eamonn, was the leader of the" Murder God Gang", and the skinny man, Brad, was his right-hand man. Their gang consisted only of the two of them.

"Boss, I heard that Gary, the boss of the local Rat Clan, was killed not long ago. That guy was a formidable esper! " I wonder who was skilled enough to take him down," Brad said, recalling the news he had heard a few days ago about the death of Gary, the leader of the largest local Rat Clan. He shook his head in disbelief.

"Yeah, Gary was incredibly powerful! To be able to kill him, the other person must be no pushover. I'd guess their level is at least Level 9!" Eamonn replied.

"Level 9 esper?" Brad couldn't help but take a sharp breath, his face filled with astonishment. Level 9 awakening was like divine existence to ordinary people like them.

Seeing Brad's astonished expression, Eamonn gave him a disdainful glance and said, "Look at you! Don't forget, even though we haven't awakened any abilities and don't have any underlings right now, once we have the opportunity, we'll recruit Gary's subordinates. Then, the two of us will become the new Gary! Our Murder God Gang will be the biggest Rat Clan faction in the area. Who would dare to provoke us? Even espers would have to give us some face."

Hearing Eamonn's words, Brad became instantly excited. He didn't want to spend his days stealing from ordinary people or hiding from zombie attacks. In this post-apocalyptic world, who wouldn't want to have immense power and establish their own formidable force? Just the thought of having hundreds of underlings excited Brad to the point where he couldn't contain himself. As the two of them prepared to leave and continue scouting, a sudden gust of eerie wind swept through the farm. The wind was chilling, accompanied by a veil of white mist.

"Boss, why is it foggy in the middle of the night?" Brad scratched his head, puzzled by the sudden fog. Eamonn, equally baffled, stared at the mist without knowing what to do.

Suddenly, within the mist, a faint figure emerged. The figure took steps closer and closer to the two men. Under the cold moonlight, the presence of this figure was especially eerie, sending shivers down their spines.

"Boss! It's a ghost!" Brad pointed at the shadow, his legs trembling, and the hairs on his body standing on end. At this moment, Eamonn also felt a tinge of fear, although he remained calmer than Brad. He had encountered plenty of eerie things in the apocalypse, so without a second thought, he turned and ran. In desperate situations, running was the best option for ordinary people like them. However, their legs felt as heavy as lead, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't lift their feet.

The shadow looked at the two men's disheveled appearance and sneered, "You two are fortunate to encounter me today!" The voice was chilling, and it was none other than Alexander.

"Boss! It's a talking ghost!" Brad's forehead was covered in cold sweat as he lay on the ground, full of fear, clutching the wild grass, trying to quickly escape from this eerie figure.

Eamonn, on the other hand, realized that he had encountered a powerful individual. No matter how much he struggled, he probably wouldn't be able to escape the clutches of this person. With this thought, he immediately calmed down, turned around, and asked Alexander, "Who are you? We're just ordinary people, we have no grudges with you. Why are you targeting us?"

As he spoke, Eamonn tried his best to suppress the terror in his heart. He had encountered many espers with awakened abilities in the apocalypse and was familiar with the aura they exuded. Looking at the dark figure before him, he suddenly felt an overwhelming force, as if a mountain was pressing down on his chest, making it difficult to breathe. Brad was experiencing the same, already lying on the ground, gasping for air.

"You're the first ones to question me. You should be taught a lesson!" Alexander's voice suddenly turned ice-cold. He waved his blurred hands lightly, and the two men felt an immense pressure on their chests, compressing their hearts. Unable to bear it any longer, they forcefully coughed up blood. Eamonn's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest, groaning in pain.

"You can call me Alexander. There are only two choices before you today. Either become my subordinates, and I can help you awaken your abilities and assist you in recruiting other espers, or die," Alexander glanced at the two men, a cold smile on his lips.

"The decision is in your hands. You have thirty seconds to consider. I believe that you've survived this long because you're intelligent." Hearing Alexander's words, Eamonn immediately knew that there was no escaping today. It was either become a subordinate of the dark figure before them or die. Given these two options, he naturally chose to become Alexander's subordinate. It was his only choice. Moreover, the other party could help him awaken his abilities. No matter how he weighed the options, it was the most advantageous for the two of them.

Before Brad could say anything, Eamonn quickly stood up and knelt before Alexander, saying, "Alexander, the two of us are willing to become your loyal subordinates!" Seeing his boss kneeling on the ground, Brad also endured the pain and knelt before Alexander.

"Hehehe, you two are indeed intelligent." This outcome was already within Alexander's expectations. Death was a taboo for everyone in this world. Only strength was the endless pursuit of every individual. Watching the person replacing Alvin appear, Alexander let out a cold laugh.