In the third year of the apocalypse, I was sold by my boyfriend and sister for three loaves of bread. Just as I was about to be devoured by zombies, a luxury hotel suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Ding! Welcome, Host, to the Paradise System." "First task: Recruit one guest. Reward: 10 single rooms, three gourmet dishes, and two beverages."
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