The End of the World for Little People

The world is plunged into an extreme climate hell: 100 degrees above zero during the day, boiling water and rain, and a world of ice and ice at 100 degrees below zero at night. Half a year ago, my mother warned me in a dream that I would mortgage my ancestral home and borrow money from the Internet to transform an abandoned air-raid shelter in Sichuan Province into a doomsday fortress. On the eve of a heavy rain that destroyed the world, I took my wife and daughter into hiding in the mountains. When the boiling water rain melted the city, I roasted floo in the fortress and listened to the heavy rain pounding on the ten-meter-thick alloy door. The thugs tried to break down the door and rob, but I hunted them down one by one in the ventilation ducts. Until the national rescue helicopter arrived, the officer looked at the mountains of supplies in shock: "Comrade, this fortress... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.