Reborn three months before the disasters strike, Su Mo activates his storage-space golden finger.
He doesn’t try to save the world or make a show of being a saint. He just quietly builds an underground shelter.
Torrential rain, freezing cold, endless night...
While others fight tooth and nail over supplies, he quietly cooks hot pot in his shelter.
He thought he could keep a low profile and lay low until the disasters were over. Then one day, he gave in to a moment of compassion and rescued a squad being hunted down.
“Your shelter... is even more comfortable than a military base?” The squad members surveyed the facilities, their expressions complicated.
Su Mo silently tightened his grip on his weapon.
> Oh no, looks like I kept too low a profile.
