In the Scorching Doomsday, I Sent My Unflappable Husband to His Death

In the apocalypse of extreme heat, my husband was as detached as a chrysanthemum, never fighting for anything.

I risked my life to get two tickets to the Safe Zone, but he turned around and gave them to a mother with a young child, saying that children were the future in the apocalypse.

When I risked my life to get another ticket, I was beaten deaf in one ear. I felt wronged, but he said, "You only lost your hearing. That thief whose ticket you took lost their life."

On the way to the Safe Zone, a gang of thugs took a fancy to me and tried to assault me. He watched without lifting a finger.

I was stabbed seven times and killed three of them in self-defense. Looking at the bodies on the ground, he said sorrowfully, "They were clearly no match for you. Why did you have to kill them?"

After we reached the Safe Zone, someone reported me for harming civilians.

I begged my husband to testify for me.

He said, "The innocent have nothing to fear. No one would falsely accuse an innocent person for no reason."

Then I was thrown into prison, where ten criminals tortured me to death.

Thanks to the good reputation he'd built up along the way, he married the daughter of a big shot in the Safe Zone and reached the pinnacle of success.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I fought for the tickets.