The World Is Frozen: I Stock up on Supplies to Fight Through the Doomsday

Thirty days before he was reborn and the world was frozen, the blood foam from being eaten by his "good neighbor" was still stuck in his throat. In this life, I no longer trust anyone. With a different dimensional space in hand, a 20 million credit overdraft, the entire city's top materials were emptied, and the suburban villa was welded into a doomsday fortress! When the outside world was minus 70 degrees and the former neighbors were fighting over a few cookies, I was sitting leisurely in front of the fireplace, wondering whether to open a bottle of 1982 Lafite or eat M9 grade Wagyu hotpot tonight. Until the bank vault-level security door was smashed, and a familiar wailing full of moral kidnapping came from outside the door: "Xiao Li, open the door! We are starving to death! You can't just die without saving us!" I laughed, picked up the wine glass, and pressed the switch of the loudspeaker: "Don't worry, I'll settle the debt with you in my previous life, one by one, with interest!" In this frozen doomsday, he is the rule.