Ten days before the apocalypse, Chen Mo was reborn. The first thing he did was sell off his mansion and luxury cars.
His relatives laughed and called him crazy, his friends called him an idiot, and his neighbors watched the spectacle day after day.
Meanwhile, he quietly built an impregnable apocalypse fortress.
When the deep freeze arrived and blizzards shut down the city, the people who had once mocked him knelt outside his door, begging for scraps.
While everyone else was killing one another over half a loaf of bread, Chen Mo was enjoying hot pot with his female neighbor in the safety of his shelter.
“You can come in,” Chen Mo said, looking at the crowd outside the window. “But you’ll have to trade your lives for it.”
Died from poison, burn incense if necessary