The extreme-heat apocalypse was finally over.
The celebration banquet hadn’t even begun when someone stuffed my daughter’s underwear with bullet ants.
A single bite from these ants hurts like a gunshot.
The pain made my daughter fall down the stairs, snapping her lower leg instantly.
The culprit, however, put an arm around her own daughter and stamped hard on my daughter’s injured leg.
“Filthy trash who don’t know their place! This is what happens when you dare approach the daughter of humanity’s savior!”
I shielded my daughter and raised an eyebrow.
Wasn’t I the one who deserved to be called humanity’s savior?
Years ago, I left my infant daughter behind and went on an Antarctic expedition with a team of scientists.
It took ten years to find a solution to the extreme heat, allowing humanity to survive.
Looks like my useless husband has kept himself busy over these ten years.
