The Hoarder Returned from Hell

I froze to death in an ice coffin at minus 200 degrees Celsius. My stomach was on fire, my throat was split, and even the air turned into ice slag. When he opened his eyes again, he was reborn six months before the end of the world. Sold houses and cars, rented abandoned air raid shelters in the suburbs, and ordered two thousand giant buckets. When the boss asked me why I had so many buckets, I stared at the thick ice in the plastic bucket behind him: "Filling with water? No, I want to pretend to be alive."