Li Qi felt so happy.
No, that's not accurate enough. He felt like he was standing on top of the world, raising an energetic middle finger to the group of idiots who once laughed at his illness.
"I knew it! I knew it would be like this!"
Late at night, in the control room of the underground fortress, the heating was turned on fully.
Li Qi curled up on the ergonomic chair, like a dragon guarding treasure, stroking his thirty-page supply list over and over again.
There are 412 packages of compressed biscuits left, with a shelf life of seven years left.
Military-grade water purification tablets, 1,800 pills, enough for him to drink prostate crystals.
Three boxes of antibiotics were unopened, ranging from cefradine to amoxicillin, and the coverage was wider than his home WiFi.
On the wall, a matrix of seventeen monitor screens served as his eyes.
At this moment, fifteen of them have completely turned into mosaic snowflakes, and only two are connected to the specially modified wind and snow cameras outside the house, still transmitting signals tenaciously.
