Apocalypse Stockpiling: I Raise a Child and Become a God with My Divine Space

“In my previous life, I emptied my space and drained my abilities for my family, only for them to shove me into a horde of zombies with their own hands. I died without a trace! Reborn and back before the apocalypse, I looked at my hypocritical family and trash fiancé, still dreaming aloud about the future, and smiled. In this life, while you struggle to survive in the freezing wind, chewing tree bark, I’ll be in my god-tier space, enjoying hot pot and barbecue while looking after the little ones. Want to beg me for handouts? Ha! Get on your knees first and find out what it feels like to be devoured by zombies!”