On bloody Christmas Eve, Su Mu sold three houses. While white-collar workers were rushing to buy limited-edition Christmas items, this lunatic was hoarding 30,000 tons of steel bars in the mountains—he had survived seven more apocalypses than anyone else.
Twenty black pigs on the surface feed feed mixed with meteorite powder, and the seven-story underground fortress hides even crazier secrets: Tesla batteries are soaked in biogas liquid to keep warm, a 3D printer replicates my sister's DNA, and a hydraulic elevator leads directly to an abandoned nuclear bunker during the Cold War. The villagers laughed at him for spending five million to build a pigsty, until the extreme cold engulfed the Yangtze River Delta. The neighbors who had stolen his coal were crawling on the ice sheet, their bodies covered with coral-like radiation crystals.
This is the seventh restart! Su Mu stared at the countdown chip implanted in his watch. Its error of almost 1 minute per day was tearing apart time and space - quantum notches appeared on the frozen pile of pig manure, and the heartbeat of the embryo in the liquid nitrogen tank actually resonated with the ancient beast awakening at the bottom of the Huangpu River. When the purple acid rain corroded the last inch of the camouflage net, he finally discovered: long before he was reborn, this cellar contained the rust of another batch of military-grade survival supplies.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
