The Former Mining Boss

Shen Jin used a ninjutsu derived from the My World Auxiliary System: Grand Earth Burial Technique!

He buried a whole pile of zombies underground forever.

Folk Scientist Professor Liu's theory of "Starve the Zombies" had failed, but Shen Jin's move of "Suffocate the Zombies" should work just fine.

In such a cramped underground space, the oxygen would soon run out. There was no sunlight, nor were there any other edible resources.

It was basically impossible for zombies to sustain human-sized bodies like theirs!

Shen Jin was no biologist, but as a qualified student who had taken high school biology, he figured these zombies were as good as dead.

No matter how strong your cell activity was, you could only hold out a few extra days at most!

Groundhog Shen Jin Voldemort changed locations and dug another hole, preventing any zombies from squatting there to guard the entrance.

After several more rounds of feints and probing, Shen Jin finally burrowed out from underground.

Breathing the fresh air above improved his mood somewhat.

Though it was mixed with the stench of zombies, it was still far better than underground.

"I need to make more vents in the future. The air circulation underground is way too bad."

To keep himself from suffocating underground, Shen Jin opened up several safe passages and left plenty of air intakes and outlets.

Otherwise, ten meters below ground, he would suffocate from oxygen deprivation after digging for only a short while.

He observed the surrounding environment. There was no danger for the moment.

But Shen Jin still did not let down his guard.

"Article Three of the Apocalypse Rulebook: Never let down your guard. Always remain vigilant."

This was the first floor of the real estate company Shen Jin used to work for, and he had emerged right beneath the reception desk.

"I remember there used to be a cute young lady here who loved wearing skirts."

He put away the Iron Pickaxe and held a sharp iron sword in his hand, its silver metallic sheen as smooth as a mirror.

Strangely, this iron sword was overly clean.

Shen Jin had crafted it using two large iron ingots and a piece of pearwood he had collected.

The system's built-in crafting table could instantly turn raw materials into finished products, making Shen Jin exclaim, "Awesome!"

It had not only spatial magic like the inventory, but also time magic like the crafting table!

"When I chose the 'pickaxe,' it turned out to have such powerful abilities. Just how strong must the other two things be?"

This iron sword had a moderate weight. If it were too heavy, Shen Jin would not be able to lift it.

Ahem, a shut-in nerd, you know.

The first floor of Wanyu Company housed the reception desk, reception area, and warehouse.

This was also Shen Jin's destination today.

Before the zombie virus struck, Wanyu Company had been preparing for Mid-Autumn Festival and had bought a huge amount of employee benefits.

Although he was no longer at Wanyu Company by then, one smug colleague had deliberately sent him several pictures over WeChat.

The intent to mock, ridicule, and laugh at him was painfully obvious.

Leaving a thriving real estate company that brought in money every day was clearly not a wise choice.

But Shen Jin took several pictures of his "mining room" and sent a screenshot of the Bitcoin he had sold that month. That colleague never spoke to him again.

After leaving Wanyu Group, Shen Jin had used all his savings to buy one hundred mining rigs and began "mining."

"Mining" meant using computer graphics card processing power to mine virtual currencies online, such as Bitcoin, Ethereum, Ripple, and so on.

After accumulating Bitcoin for a year, Shen Jin sold it all during a crazy price surge that witnessed miracles!

After deducting equipment and electricity costs, he made a net profit of two million!

Just think about it—if it had been a month earlier, Shen Jin would not have had a screenshot to show that smug colleague.

Wasn't it perfect? The guy had practically offered up his face for Shen Jin to slap. When Shen Jin saw his message, he laughed.

With nowhere to vent that joy, the colleague had delivered himself right to Shen Jin's door, as if saying,

"Come on, show off~ I'm just a clown. Use your incomparably enormous gains to slap my left cheek hard. Oh! That's not enough, darling, hit my right cheek too! Look at these two handprints."

Shen Jin did not choose to enjoy life. Instead, he invested more money and bought a batch of brand-new 3060Ti graphics cards. They were inexpensive and had greater processing power.

Before the new "mining farm" could even begin operating, the apocalypse arrived.

Looking at a whole room full of 3060Ti cards, Shen Jin could only exclaim, "Damn!"

He lived by himself.

When he was in high school, his parents left him nothing but a house and a bank card, and he never saw them again.

The police declared them missing, presumably dead.

But Shen Jin was broad-minded. He believed his parents had merely gone somewhere they could not talk about.

Back when China's forebears researched Two Bombs, One Satellite, weren't they separated from their families for years as well?

One day, they would return to this house with countless honors and a sky full of good news.

On countless nights when he woke with a start, Shen Jin always thought this way.

"Ah, I got sidetracked again. I remember Wanyu's Mid-Autumn benefits this time seemed to be gift boxes of mooncakes or something."

He found the key to the gift warehouse in a drawer at the reception desk.

He pressed his ear against the door and listened for a while. There was no movement.

"Just to be safe."

Shen Jin dug a three-meter-deep hole in front of the warehouse door.

He opened the warehouse door sideways, then swiftly stepped back.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment. Nothing happened.

Shen Jia calmly filled in the hole and entered the warehouse.

Wanyu Group had more than three hundred full-time employees, and their Mid-Autumn benefits filled an entire warehouse!

"So many supplies! This is a huge haul. The food variety in Room No. 10 of the 'Mystic' section has become even richer."

Shen Jin opened a box. Inside were:

One box of mooncakes, ten pieces in total,

One box of vacuum-packed cooked meat: cured pork, roast chicken, braised pig trotters, cooked beef, sausage, and sauced duck.

One case of Jianlibao, twenty-four cans in total; one box of unknown jasmine tea; and one bag of rock sugar.

'Obtained: Wanyu Group Mid-Autumn Gift Box ×305'

At this moment, Shen Jin wanted to thank two people:

The first was Director Wang of Tianyu Group, the stingiest man alive. He had vigorously reformed the company system, changing the Mid-Autumn cash holiday allowance into physical goods of equivalent value. Shen Jin knew he did it for the employees' sake—holiday allowances might be taken away by their wives, but food would not!

It absolutely had nothing whatsoever to do with Director Wang's nephew handling company procurement and his niece being the supplier!

The second person he thanked was Director Wang's niece. Though she sold things at high prices, at least they were all proper fresh food. Most importantly, she had packed every employee's gifts into a single box.

That saved Shen Jin quite a bit of sorting time.

With sixty-four items per stack, all these supplies took up only five slots in Shen Jin's inventory.

Besides these things, there were also plenty of office supplies in the warehouse—pens, paper, tape, and so on.

"Ah, what a pity. It'll be hard to use these things in the apocalypse."

"Just like gold—when you can't even fill your stomach, who cares what grade it is or whether it looks good?"

Then—

Shen Jin packed them all up and took them away, using up a full ten slots.

"There's another warehouse."

Shen Jin muttered as he headed to the small warehouse beside the stairs. This was the boss's personal warehouse, used to store things for entertaining guests.

After conducting the usual safety inspection and confirming there were no living creatures inside, Shen Jin found that the warehouse was full of cigarettes and alcohol.

"Ah, I don't smoke or drink anyway. These things are really useless, just wasting space. It'd be more practical to have some food and daily necessities."

"Obtained: Guojiao 1573 (case) ×1"

"Obtained: Xijiu (case) ×50"

"Obtained: Chunghwa cigarettes (carton) ×5"

"Obtained: Yunyan cigarettes (carton) ×67"

They took up another five empty inventory slots. Shen Jin left the warehouse in satisfaction.

The thrill of picking things up like this was one of the few enjoyable moments in the apocalypse.

Although these things would be hard to put to use, Shen Jin would always collect them in the end. Without exception!

"Heaven, Earth, Mystic, Yellow" were the names he used to categorize and store his belongings.

"I wonder if anyone upstairs is still alive?"

Shen Jin hesitated for a moment and did not open the door leading to the second floor.

The second floor was the office area, with many people. The day the zombie outbreak began had been a workday, which meant—

The third floor was the dormitory. Supplies were limited, and today's haul ended here.

It was time to head back!

At that moment, a strange sound came from upstairs.