In the tenth year of the end of the world, I dressed up as an ancient peasant girl.
The system issued a crazy warning: "Three days of heavy rain, floods are coming!"
I sneered and copied the skills of hoarding goods in the apocalypse, and frantically reinforced the earthen house, dug for drainage.
The villagers ridiculed: "Crazy girl is daydreaming again!"
That night when the flood hit the sky, only my small courtyard remained standing.
My family who once abandoned me cried and knocked on the door asking for help.
I stroked the shotgun on the wall and responded sweetly: "Want to come in? One head for one place -"
