"Welcome to the apocalypse. How would you like to choose your 'Golden Finger' this life?"
As she was staring blankly at everything, Liang Tian's voice suddenly rang out, reminding Tangyuan that she was currently in the mission world.
Navigating the post-apocalyptic world naturally meant choosing the Farming System. Suddenly, Tangyuan felt this was quite humane.
"You're actually not choosing in advance, but making the selection after arriving in this world. When did you become so nice?"
"Don't get too happy too soon. In a world frozen over, being too comfortable simply means not surviving. Are you sure about choosing the farming path?"
"Yes, I'm sure. What kind of apocalypse is this? An extreme climate apocalypse?"
Liang Tian's muffled voice transmitted, "You'll know when you see for yourself. Since you've skipped choosing the Space Mall twice, I'm informing you that the Space Mall will now be permanently closed, never to appear again."
