Doomsday Fortress: A Hundred Billion in Supplies from the Start

Cold, viscous blood smeared across her eyes as the agony of her torn-open abdomen swallowed her consciousness.

The last things she saw were her mother’s mangled corpse and the indifferent tip of Wang Peng’s leather shoe.

When she opened her eyes again, the electronic calendar read September 15, 2030. The apocalypse was three months away.

A mechanical voice sounded in her mind: “Apocalypse Survival Protection System successfully bound. Newbie gift: unlimited-funds card.”

Su Wan clutched her unharmed stomach, her fingertips digging into the fabric of her pajamas.

“Wang Peng... Lin Weiwei...” The names came through gritted teeth, a venomous whisper.

“This time, I’ll watch you rot in hell!”