Doomsday: with unlimited warehouse system

The night in SJ city is as bustling and lively as ever. Even though it has been dark for a while, all kinds of neon lights still illuminate the city, and the roads are filled with continuous traffic.

These past few days have been the best sleep that David has had in a long time. In the apocalypse, he is alone and cannot afford to sleep deeply at night. Any movement or sound could startle him awake. He has no choice but to be extra vigilant to survive in this dangerous world.

He also cannot casually join groups of people, as people's hearts are unpredictable, and he could easily run into someone with malicious intentions. But during this period, David can enjoy a comfortable hot bath every day and sleep soundly in a soft bed until morning.

This quality of sleep is a luxury in the apocalypse. However, tonight, it's already around eleven o'clock, and David feels a little restless. He pulls back the curtains and looks at this sleepless city. David knows that for people with a rich nightlife, the night is just beginning. After nightfall, this bustling city is filled with indescribable temptations.

Thinking of this, David feels parched and thirsty, with an agitated heart. "No, I have to go out."

David decisively puts on his clothes, grabs his wallet, and leaves the house. He then goes to a food street not far from his home. The whole street is full of tempting food aromas, making David's mouth water.

He randomly finds a barbecue restaurant and orders a large pile of skewers and a few bottles of beer. The waiter looks surprised. "Sir, are you alone?" David orders a lot of skewers, mostly meat skewers, but he looks thin, not like someone with a large appetite. The waiter is worried that he won't be able to finish his meal, and it will cause issues when he has to pay.

"It's okay, you can bring it out for me if I can't finish it." The waiter nods and takes the order to the kitchen.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, the waiter uses a tray to bring the grilled skewers to David's table one by one. David has been salivating for a while and starts to wolf them down. Since using genetic medicine, David feels that his appetite has increased a lot.

Maybe it's because this body's strength has increased, the energy consumption has also increased. David was eating happily when suddenly, the sound of a beer bottle shattering caught his attention. The sound came from another table inside the barbecue restaurant.

David turned to look and saw that the customers at that table were a few drunken men who looked to be in their twenties. One man had a red face and held a half-broken beer bottle in his hand as he pointed at a young-looking female server and cursed, "What the f*ck are you talking about? So many people are watching, who the hell touched you? Trying to frame an innocent person, huh?"

The other men also glared at the female server with unfriendly eyes. "Why do you like to talk nonsense so much when you're so young?" "Call your boss over here, quickly."

The female server was frightened by these big, strong men. She was just a college student who was working part-time here during the summer break, and had never seen such a scene before. Being surrounded by several drunken men, the girl felt both aggrieved and scared, and couldn't control her emotions as tears streamed down her face.

At this moment, a woman in her early twenties wearing an apron walked out from the front desk. "What's going on, gentlemen?" The girl saw the woman and felt as if she had seen a savior, quickly hiding behind her.

The girl whispered to the woman, "Boss lady, he touched me."

As soon as she finished speaking, the man holding the beer bottle shouted loudly, "Who the hell touched you? Don't talk nonsense!" He was holding the beer bottle and appeared to be quite agitated.

The boss lady looked at the big men in front of her with some difficulty. "I'm sorry, gentlemen. How about this, I'll give you this meal for free, is that okay?"

Clearly, the boss lady just wanted to settle the matter and avoid any trouble. The men looked the young and beautiful boss lady up and down, not hiding their lecherous gaze.

The boss lady was petite with delicate features. The man holding the beer bottle said, "That won't do. I didn't touch her, but she insists that I did. Isn't that unfair to me?"

The others chimed in, "Yeah, she has no evidence and is accusing our big brother of molesting her for no reason. If this gets out, how can our big brother still mix in this street?"

The man called "big brother" said, "Okay, we don't need the free meal. I don't need this little bit of money anyway."

The man stared at the boss lady with a lewd look and said, "Since she insists that I touched her, then I might as well really touch her. That way, we'll be even."

The man took a step forward and leered at the boss lady with a lewd smile. "Or, let me touch you...?"

The boss lady was frightened and took a few steps back. "What do you want? Do you believe that I will call the police?"

David, who was watching on the side, had a general idea of what was happening.Shaking his head, he scanned the QR code with his phone to pay the bill and prepared to leave. Although David knew that he could easily handle these ruffians, his habit of not meddling in other people's business had been deeply ingrained in him after surviving for many years in the post-apocalyptic world. All of his kindness and sympathy had been worn away by years of living in the post-apocalyptic world. As long as it wasn't his own trouble, David would never intervene, even if it was just a simple task.

David remembered a former companion of his who was caught and dismembered by a group of bandits as he tried to help a seemingly harmless little girl who led him into an ambush.

One of the rules of survival in the post-apocalyptic world is to mind your own business and don't show kindness. This was a lesson learned at the cost of David's companion's life. In fact, not only David, but the other customers in the barbecue restaurant also got up and left after witnessing the scene. The more conscientious ones paid their bills before leaving, while the less conscientious ones simply ran away without paying.

As David was about to leave, he heard a familiar voice. "Wife, Zoe, what's going on?" David turned around and saw a man in a chef's uniform, slightly chubby with a round head and face, and skin whiter than a woman's.

"Arnold?" David was suddenly shocked. This man's face and voice were extremely familiar to him. He was his last teammate in his previous life - Arnold. David never expected to meet him here.