Reborn three hours before doomsday, the first thing Lin Che did was not stockpile supplies or flee. He called the highest-level secure hotline.
“Reporting, Chief. I’m reborn, and in three hours, the world will undergo a cataclysmic transformation!”
While others struggle to survive in the jaws of zombies, I’ve already led my country in building an iron Great Wall ahead of time.
While superpowered people in other nations fight over a piece of bread, my System has already exchanged for controlled nuclear fusion on behalf of my country.
The Chosen of the West join forces to pressure us? Sorry, where are the heroic spirits of my Huaxia ancestors? General Huo, ride out with me!
In this life, I’ll not only settle old scores, I’ll also lead all of Huaxia to ascend!
(The apocalypse is only the beginning. When alien insects advance on the Solar System and the whole world falls into despair, only the dragons at my back will reveal claws and fangs that stretch across the galaxy.)
