After Stocking Up at the Maximum Level, All the Handsome Men in the Apocalypse are Looking for Support

"Others are gnawing on tree bark in the apocalypse, while I'm eating tomahawk steak in a luxury RV; others are selling their dignity for a bottle of water, while my mineral water could fill the Pacific Ocean; when all the survivors are begging for asylum—sorry, this space only accepts stunningly handsome men."

Meteorologist Su Wanqing was reborn three days before the end of the world. The ancient jade handed down from ancestors in her left hand turned into the "Eternal Box", and the stockpiling system in her right hand gave her crazy critical rebates.

Torrential rain flooded the city? She emptied the world's largest warehouse supermarket and built a cloud garden a thousand meters above the sky.

Is the extreme cold cracking the earth? She recreated the Burj Al Arab in Dubai and enjoyed premium Wagyu beef in the hot spring pool.

When the purple-haired mixed-race handsome boy huddled in the corner, soaking wet, she casually threw the towel aside and said, "Call me sister, and I'll build you an oceanarium."

The abstinent white-haired professor was besieged by zombies. She drove an armored RV to crush the zombie tide: "Teacher Lu, do you want to try this mobile villa that can take a shower, cook, and even transform?"

Until one day she discovered:

A tea-scented, half-blood perfumer whose tears can cure the zombie virus;

A cold-blooded mechanical genius who dismantled a military nuclear power plant with his bare hands;

Even the red-haired wolf cub that was picked up can flatten a mountain when it goes berserk!

"Is it too late to return it now?"

"It's too late."

The handsome men pressed her against shelves stacked with supplies, their purple eyes reflecting the cold gleam of guns. "Sister, aren't you going to build a post-apocalyptic Garden of Eden? We're much more useful than canned goods."

In this doomsday carnival, who is the real prey?