I was thrown down from the second floor by my wife and good friend.

In the moment of falling into the sea of corpses, the wooden sign around my neck fell off, and I was projected into a vast warehouse.

Damn it, it's a space!

I was about to die when I realized that my father had given me a space inside the wooden sign!

But there's nothing inside this space. I survived in there for three days, enduring hunger, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, so I ran out and fed myself to the zombies.

When I opened my eyes again, I returned to a week before the zombie outbreak.

I hastily waved the wooden sign, and in an instant, a 500-square-meter warehouse appeared before my eyes. With a slight swipe, the warehouse disappeared again.

It's real! It's not a dream!

I quickly clenched the wooden sign, my heart pounding rapidly.