My name is Chen Fan. I’ve been living in the apocalypse for three years, and now I’m surrounded by a horde of zombies. I’ve used every trick I know, but I’m still outnumbered. In the end, more than a dozen ninth-tier platinum zombies tear me to pieces. Just as I’m about to lose consciousness, a bolt of heavenly lightning strikes out of nowhere. A deafening boom follows, and my last remaining thought disappears.
When I open my eyes again, I’ve somehow transmigrated to my home before the apocalypse. The calendar beside my bed clearly shows the date: May 10, 2080, exactly one month before the apocalypse begins. Thirty days from now, a worldwide flood will submerge vast stretches of land, and the global population will rapidly drop by nearly a fifth.
Shivering, I scramble out of bed and confirm that I really have transmigrated. I’m both shocked and overjoyed. I try to summon my supernatural abilities. The bad news is that I’ve lost them all. The good news is that an enormous space has appeared inside my body.
After sorting out my thoughts, I don’t lose heart. My next move is to make the best possible use of this space. When the apocalypse arrives, even without supernatural abilities, I’ll be able to stay invincible with this space alone. So I start planning carefully: over the next month, before the apocalypse comes, I’ll stockpile as many supplies as I can, and hopefully bring along a few of my beloved confidantes.
