The End of the World: I Rely on the System to Stock up and Build an Empire

"Wow——" The cold rain mixed with mud hit Chen Mo hard on the face. He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw in his turbid vision was the ceiling of a dilapidated rental house in an urban village - the walls were peeling off, and rain was still leaking. The dripping drops of water hit the rusty iron basin, like a drum beat urging death. "Didn't I... Die suddenly while working on my papers in the library all night?" Chen Mo sat up holding his sore arm and looked around. The small house of less than ten square meters was filled with cheap instant noodle boxes and dirty clothes. The only window was covered with plastic sheeting and rattled by the strong wind. The phone screen lit up, and the date displayed made his pupils shrink suddenly - June 15, 2073. "2073..." Chen Mo took a breath and his heart beat wildly.