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Zombies, cold waves, floods, earthquakes, acid rain, tsunamis, extreme cold, high temperatures, land pollution, seven days of darkness... Since the year 2563, humanity had endured such apocalyptic crises for a full ten years.
In those ten years, plants mutated, animals mutated, the food that once fed humans became toxic, and the lands that could once grow plants were now polluted. The living space for humans was increasingly compressed.
And at this critical moment, a five-story supermarket suddenly appeared.
Here, one could buy piping hot oden, tasty instant noodles, and sweet White Rabbit Creamy Candies...
Countless Superpower Users greedily wanted to take the supermarket for themselves.
And then...
They were all kicked flying by Su Yinhe with one kick.
Su Yinhe spread her hands, "I didn't bring the Infinite Supermarket here to be robbed; I came to make money."
A Superpower User who felt like he struck gold after buying a box of instant noodles: "Miss Su is beautiful and kind-hearted, to only charge me ten gold bars for such a huge box of instant noodles."
A female Superpower User who hadn't tasted sugar in ten years, with tears streaming down as she savored the candy: "Such sweet sugar, and it only costs one gold bar. Miss Su truly is a great person."
A Superpower User who ate the supermarket's oden and then didn't want to leave: "I'm twenty-five this year, 188, Gold Element superpower..."
Su Yinhe, only wanting to make money while holding a pile of gold bars: "Keep it low-key, low-key."

Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies

Even though Lin Murong really, really wanted to,


Su Yinhe was exceptionally cold and ruthless today, and she resolved to make him eat plain steamed buns with a hint of braised chicken flavor.


If there were no pork steamed buns, plain steamed buns also tasted good, but everything is relative. It was the same with steamed buns.


In his heart, even the best-made plain steamed bun couldn't compare to an average pork steamed bun.


Lin Murong turned his sorrow and anger into appetite and chomped down ten steamed buns.


Su Yinhe: "Impressive, truly indomitable, you really can eat."


"Not bad, not bad." Lin Murong was somewhat proud.


"Oh, come on, I exercise a lot. The more you exercise, the more you eat. Look at you—you only ate this much. A single pork steamed bun, and you've digested it in no time. What will you do when you're hungry later?"


One pork steamed bun was already enough.


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