After being cut into pieces by my uncle and fed to the zombies, I was reborn and returned to a month before the end of the world.
In this life, I awakened the space and hoarded supplies until they filled the ceiling. A backhand phone call blasted through the whole family: "Come to me immediately, the end of the world is coming!"
Masked relatives come to spy on you? Just sweep out the door! Seven days build the fortress of doom, and I build my home into a wall of iron and steel.
When zombies are besieging the city and others are struggling, my house is brightly lit and the hot pot is fragrant.
As for the good second uncle who wants to steal my supplies and kill me?
I held the ax and smiled: "Don't worry, I will use my whole life to settle your debt slowly with you."
[The end of the world + rebirth + space + stocking up + villa + having cute pets + infrastructure]
