(Apocalypse + reborn + frenzied stockpiling + master of laying low + high-octane action)
In an apocalyptic age of natural disasters, only the fittest survive.
The world has fallen, and the death toll is beyond counting.
In my previous life, Feng Tian died in agony.
Reborn, I stockpile everything I can, unwilling to let even a single needle go to waste.
The protagonist’s rebirth triggers a butterfly effect, bringing about unknown changes. What the hell? I was doing just fine on Blue Star, and suddenly I’ve been transported to some kind of misty survival world.
While everyone else is struggling to chop wood and find food, I’m lounging on a soft sofa, sipping juice with pulp and stargazing, thanks to the supplies I stockpiled on Blue Star. Two enormous speakers beside me are blasting “How Lonely It Is to Be Invincible.” What, you’ve got a problem with that? Take it up with my Italian cannon!
