Qin Dong traveled through the end of the world and became the president of a small shelter.

It coincided with a zombie riot, food depletion, people's morale was low, and the situation was extremely critical.

In desperation, he linked to the disaster relief system mall, and everything consumed on the refugees can be purchased at a super low price!

Qin Dong raised his arm and called out:

"As long as you join the East Territory Shelter, you will be my brother! All food will be provided at a fair price, with no limit on quantity!"

The refugees burst into tears:

"One zombie crystal core can be exchanged for ten buckets of instant noodles? Oh my god, Brother Dong won't go bankrupt, right?".

"As long as you work twelve hours a day, you can have three full meals? Impossible! How can there be such a philanthropist!"

"Brother Dong is like our second parent, and he is like our second parent. If one day he shot me in the chest with a gun, I would also believe that the gun went off accidentally."

"I have never seen a saint like Qin Dong! In this dark end of the world, he is like a ray of light, allowing me to see the brilliance and splendor of human nature."

"He is the savior of this end-time, a God walking on earth. He works tirelessly without asking for anything in return, and his purpose in life has long transcended worldly life."

……

Qin Dong was dumbfounded: "I did all this just to make a little profit!"

After death, Su Yu's soul traveled to Blue Star, fortunately binding a cultural and entertainment system. However, before he could display his great power and dominate the cultural and entertainment industry of Blue Star, he was informed by the system that he only had three days left to live, and the only hope of surviving was to complete the life missions issued by the system's "Miss Sister"...

God of Web Novels,’ ‘King of Romance,’ ‘Father of New Wuxia’... and so on—these are all just misunderstandings the world has about me. I’m just a porter!" Song Ci sighed helplessly.

In this life, he only wanted to be a salted fish and enjoy life.

He never expected that he'd end up walking further and further down the path of a literary giant.

Liu Ziyang lay slumped on the creaking, broken sofa in his rented apartment, staring at the "Balance less than 100 yuan" notification on his phone screen. His temples throbbed. Just three days ago, he was a project manager at an internet company; now, he was part of the unemployed masses, without enough money in his pocket to even cover next week's rent.

"Grrrrumble—" His stomach growled at an inconvenient moment. He fished out the last packet of instant noodles from the fridge, three days past its expiry date. Just as he tore open the packaging, his phone screen suddenly went black, then a flashy, golden interface popped up.

[Ding! Host detected in a life low point, "Loss Rebate" System is binding...]