Reborn half a year before the end of the world, I found myself the only survivor in the world to retain my memory.
There were no system prompts, only pure natural disasters that were about to follow. I sold the company, stocked up on 100,000 tons of strategic materials, and built an independent energy grid in suburban warehouses.
When the first wave of high temperatures melted the city's cables, officials were still discussing emergency plans, but my underground fortress had a constant temperature of 25°C.
When heavy rain flooded the continent, I took a submarine to map the trench mineral veins. During the extreme cold period, I built an ecological farm under the ice.
Until I saw a familiar earthquake precursor cloud appear on the news, I dialed the encrypted phone number of the Disaster Prevention and Control Center: "The virus season is coming, and it is recommended to quarantine all deep-sea catches immediately - don't ask me how I know this."
