Su Fuling had never dreamed that, after spending her whole life watching her words and actions in the apocalypse...
She would end up dying in a rival's vicious commercial warfare.
Under her leadership, the base she had founded gradually stabilized.
One day, a chubby guy arrived from outside, hoping to join her.
After going through layer upon layer of screening, the fatty was brought before her.
It was the apocalypse, yet he was still so well-fed his face practically gleamed with grease. Clearly, he was living the good life. Why would someone like that need to seek refuge with them?
Ridiculous.
In the end, she was the ridiculous one.
That little fatty must have saved the galaxy in his previous life to earn such favor from heaven.
He actually had a Temperature-Controlled Preservation Space, and inside it was a considerable stockpile of delicious food from before the apocalypse.
To persuade her to take him in, the little fatty brought out all sorts of delicacies for her to eat.
Peanuts, sunflower seeds, grilled fish slices, beer, fried chicken, spicy hot pot, desserts, fruit-he had everything...
In the end...
Having gone far too long without eating treats like these, she ate so much that she died.
Vicious! Utterly vicious!!!
Watching her rival take over the enterprise she had painstakingly built, she was furious enough to lose her mind, but all she could do was ascend to heaven.
Perhaps because her death had been so humiliating...
She transmigrated, complete with a Golden Finger System.
Not bad. In this fictional world, she could lie down and sleep soundly, never again worrying that some bizarre disaster might strike the very next second.
Once she finished the blasted tasks the system assigned, she could spend the rest of her time indulging herself however she pleased. It