Doomsday: I, the Extraordinary Mechanic!

"Where… am I?"

Johnson opened his eyes and found himself in a small, messy room.

The surrounding walls were covered in moss, emitting a damp and rotten smell.

At the front of this small room was a door covered in rust. It looked like it had been neglected and abandoned for a long time.

The flickering light bulbs on the roof were extremely dim, but they at least gave the small room some visibility.

Johnson slowly sat up as he looked around.

There were cardboard boxes stacked around him, of which the contents he had no idea.

A pot of withered plants was placed on an iron shelf by the wall. The soil in the pots seemed to have not seen water for a long time, and had long dried up and cracked.

After surveying his surroundings, Johnson stood up as many questions started to rise in his mind.

Where is this place?

Why am I here?

Could it be a candid camera variety program?

The next second, he felt a sharp pain in his temple.

A large amount of memories surged into his mind.

Johnson gritted his teeth from the pain, sweat beading on his brows due to the intensity.

The human brain was very powerful, but it was also a fragile organ at the same time.

If a large amount of information was suddenly fed to it, the human brain would selectively ignore a lot of what it deemed "useless information". This was a mechanism created by the brain to protect humans.

But this time was a different scenario.

Every piece of information was clearly transmitted into Johnson's mind.

To receive so much information by force, the pain could be imagined.

But the information provided was very useful to Johnson!

Three minutes later, Johnson heaved a sigh of relief as he collapsed on the ground.

At this moment, his entire body was drenched in sweat as he continuously sorted out the information in his mind.

He finally understood.

He had transmigrated!

...

In 2055, the zombie virus erupted. Doomsday arrived and global order collapsed!

In order to get rid of the zombies all over the world, humans resorted to using nuclear weapons several times in an extreme way to cleanse the cities.

However, to everyone's surprise, the survival ability of the zombies was beyond imagination. Not only did the nuclear weapons not destroy the zombies, but it ended up bringing an even greater disaster to mankind.

The nuclear radiation devastated the world. Water sources were no longer clean, the land had turned into dead zones where no life could thrive, and even houses were not spared.

What made it worse was that the zombies had mutated, becoming even more ferocious and terrifying!

Facing such difficult living conditions, crowds of crazed zombies, the human beings could only struggle to survive.

Johnson had transmigrated to such a terrifying world.

At present, he was in the basement of an abandoned warehouse in this world.

He subconsciously licked his lips. His lips were cracked, and his throat felt like it had been roasted by a fire. It was unbearable!

This body seemed to have not obtained sufficient water for a long period of time.

In addition, Johnson had perspired quite a bit during the information transfer previously. He was clearly dehydrated.

After panting for a while, Johnson crawled up and walked to the cardboard box in the corner of the room.

According to his memory, there was a box containing bottles of mineral water here. It was a precious water source!

However, it was very likely that it had already been contaminated…

Trembling, he opened the cardboard box, hoping to see an entire box of clean mineral water in the next second.

Alas, reality is cruel.

There were indeed bottles of mineral water in the cardboard box.

But they were all nuclear polluted, black colored water.

Absolutely undrinkable!

Despair surged in Johnson's heart.

For a moment, he did not know how to face his life in the future.

Johnson couldn't help but lament.

'Why did this happen to me?'

Just a moment ago, he was still comfortably taking a hot bath on Earth.

In the blink of an eye, he had reappeared in an unfamiliar apocalyptic world!

Was God playing tricks with him?

If there really was a God, could He give him a miracle?

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[Ding, strong desire detected by the host, currently binding the system. Please wait…]

[Ding, binding successful. Activating the Legendary Mechanic System. Newbie Gift Package is being distributed!]

[Ding! Newbie Gift Package received successfully!]

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A string of notifications appeared in Johnson's mind. He even suspected that he was hallucinating.

Legendary Mechanic System? Whatever was that?

This was something he had never encountered before. He was in disbelief.

However, the more desperate a human was, the more they would believe in the possibility that they had some extraterrestrial ability.

He tried calling out softly,

"Open… open system interface!"

The next second, a virtual interface panel appeared in front of his eyes.

Only Johnson could view this panel, and it was invisible to anyone else.

The panel was very detailed.

[Host Name]: Johnson·Roan

[Age]: 22

[Class]: Novice Mechanic

[Skills]: Firearms Proficiency, Mechanical Proficiency

[Points Accumulated]: 0

[Blueprints]: None

[Items] x1 Mechanic Workstation, x1 Newbie Gift Package