Three days before I was reborn in the rainstorm, I stopped fighting for the amplification system and gave it to my brother who pushed me downstairs in my previous life. I chose the seemingly useless reduction system myself. Well aware of the cruelty of the apocalypse, I spent my savings frantically hoarding food, poultry and supplies, and built a micro-farm in the secret room of my bedroom to prepare for survival. But my younger brother was obsessed with trying to please his childhood sweetheart. Not only was he unprepared for the apocalypse, he also stole my remaining supplies and gave them away.
