Doomsday: The main character dies at the beginning, and the way of heaven is angry

Chapter 4 Ding, your sand sculpture task system has arrived

"The sand sculpture mission system binding progress is 10%, 20%...100%, ding, it has been bound successfully."

"You came too late, maybe in a few days, the grass on my grave will be three feet high."

"The delivery will have to wait for a few days, host, your layout is not enough."

Qin Yu complained, but his heart was full of excitement, but why did he always feel that something was wrong with this sand sculpture task system.

"Tomorrow will be the end of the world. Hurry up and tell me what functions you have. By the way, I will also arrange a gift package for beginners."

"Host, our system number is 2333. Its main function is to release different tasks every day. You can get rewards as long as you complete them. There is also a gift package for beginners that has arrived."

Qin Yu stared at the red gift box floating in front of him, and couldn't help but reach out and open the box. Colorful ribbons flew out instantly, but it was empty inside.

Fuck, is it possible that non-chiefs don't deserve to have a novice gift package?

"System, you are going too far."

"Host, the novice gift pack usually draws good things. This is the first time I have seen this kind of situation. I can only say that your luck is really...too bad."

"I don't care. You have to compensate me. I can't do it. There must be something wrong with your gift box."

"Ding, the host's compensation gift package has arrived in the portable space."

Qin Yu's eyes widened. Is this a reward?
Does Tongzi think that he is an honest person, so he is so perfunctory? According to common sense, the system should not provide free space.

The system seemed to have guessed Qin Yu's thoughts, and then said: "The host is different from the system space. Using the system space requires energy, while the portable space is something you can use without any cost, and this space can also grow. oh."

Qin Yu instantly became energetic when he heard the words. Growth is space, which is a good thing to hear. If it was in some fantasy novels, wouldn't it be able to develop into a world.

He wiped the suspicious liquid from the corner of his mouth, kept his face calm, showing that he reluctantly agreed, and his heart was already crazy with joy.

At this time, a virtual screen suddenly appeared in front of Qin Yu's eyes.

【Sand Sculpture Task System】

Host: Qin Yu

Physique: 6 (weak otaku who can't resist on shoulders or lift with hands)
Spirit: 10 (tsk tsk tsk, as the last existence among the traversers, this system is too embarrassed to say you)
Agility: 6 (even a primary school student can't run, so it's better to reincarnate as soon as possible and practice a trumpet)
Appearance: 6 (Young man, you are just a little bit more pleasing to the eye than ordinary people)
Items: portable space (10 cubic meters)
Qin Yu couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows. He suddenly wanted to do domestic violence to the system. This was too much to deserve a beating, but it was a pity that his system had no substance.

"Won't others see this thing?"

"Don't worry, host. No one can see it except you. And you don't need to whisper. I can know your thoughts as long as you say it silently in your heart."

"Hurry up and release the mission."

"Ding, task: Ask the host to pluck a 0.5cm leg hair (1 hour limit)."

Qin Yu: ???
What kind of mission is this, please tell me clearly, am I hallucinating.

The system repeated it patiently, and then the air fell into inexplicable embarrassment.

"Host, if you fail to complete the task within the time limit after accepting the task, you will receive various strange punishments, such as becoming shorter in height, or you know what."

Qin Yu's complexion changed instantly, and he quickly pulled a leg hair from his leg, and hurriedly said, "What? If you didn't say it earlier, hurry up and slip."

He likes to pluck out his leg hair the most.

"Host, the hair on this leg is a bit long."

Ten minutes later, there were dozens of leg hairs on the ground.

Qin Yu collapsed on the bed panting, his face extremely rosy.

Can it not be red?
It was so painful to pluck out the hair on my legs. It was either too long or too short, and I almost hurt myself to death.

"Ding, the task has been completed, reward the lockpicking gadget*1."

……

Qin Yu tossed about most of the night, and he didn't feel much when he woke up. Although the bed was hard and cold, he was a rough guy and could adapt.

"Tongzi, how long will it take before the end of the world breaks out?"

"10 minutes."

"Fuck, I've been asleep for so long?"

Qin Yu got up and stretched his body a few times, and then walked to the light-transmitting position in the cell to bask in the sun. From the narrow window, he could see the color of the sky. The white clouds were so soft, and the wind blowing in from outside exuded a breath of freedom.

These stable days are about to end, and the world is about to be completely changed.

Qin Yu closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Regarding the coming of the apocalypse, he was very flustered at first, but now he has a lot of peace of mind with the system. Although his own leader seems unreliable, but at least he is the host, and the system can't watch him die.

After a long time, the sound of the system suddenly sounded in my ears.

"Host, the end times have begun."

Qin Yu opened his eyes, and the sunlight that originally shone on him had changed color. The sun had become a strange source of red light, and the strong blood color seemed to be bleeding from the sky.

It took less than 30 seconds for the bloody rain to go from as thin as a cow to pouring.

Disaster...has come.

Qin Yu's heart, which was originally suspended, suddenly became more at ease. He stretched out his hand to catch the falling rain, and he passed out on the ground not long after.

The severe high fever swallowed the body in an instant, and the mind was gradually sinking.

So uncomfortable.

Qin Yu couldn't say a word. The story had introduced the awakening of supernatural powers, but his state was very similar.

On the day when the bloody rain came, 80% of the world's people could not resist the virus and turned into zombies. Most of the remaining people were ordinary people, and only a handful of people could awaken their superpowers.

It's a good thing if the high fever is over, but if you can't, you can only become a walking dead zombie.

Qin Yu wants to live, he doesn't want to die. He can't go back to the old world. Is he afraid that he won't be able to live a good life with the system behind him?
The consciousness that was about to be submerged suddenly became much clearer in the face of the strong desire to survive.

Qin Yu opened his eyes with difficulty, surrounded by familiar prison cells.

roar roar.

The screams of zombies can be heard endlessly.

"System, how long have I been in a coma?"

"Host, three days have passed since the outbreak of the apocalypse."

Qin Yu sat up with difficulty, leaning against the wall. He was extremely weak. He hadn't eaten for three days, so he was still very lucky.

"System, issue a task, hoping that the reward is food."

"Ding, task: Ask the host to sing a happy birthday song (limited to 5 minutes)."

"..."

Qin Yu didn't want to talk and rolled his eyes at the system. Is this crazy? He is so weak. Do you want me to die when you ask me to sing?
"Host, the tasks are all random, if you don't do it, the punishment will be..."

"I sing!"

After a while, in the quiet prison, an unnamed soul singer appeared singing happy birthday.

The zombies screamed in excitement.

The combination of the two is simply like 'the sound of nature'.

It is not known how the remaining survivors in the other cells felt.

Anyway, Ma Dongduan, the inmate next door to Qin Yu, said that this was so 'moving', and he said that he would come to the door and use his fists to care for this good brother whose brain was trapped by the door.

(End of this chapter)