"I Have an Arsenal, and My Brothers Call It a Dimensionality-Reducing Strike"
What a miserable end!
My closest brother and my woman threw me out of our safe bunker.
At -100°C, you freeze into an ice sculpture in ten seconds.
As I died, I held a milk candy in my mouth. It was sweet.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back sixty days before the apocalypse.
On the first day after being reborn, I discovered that my ring held a 10,000-cubic-meter space.
It stayed at a constant 25°C and could hold anything.
No money to stock up? No problem.
I bought a plane ticket and flew straight to Tokyo.
A third of the shops in Shibuya's malls were empty.
Thirty M4 rifles, body armor, and night-vision goggles vanished from a U.S. military base.
More than three hundred Chinese national treasures disappeared from the Tokyo National Museum:
bronze ding vessels, Buddha heads, the "Funeral Procession", Zhao Mengfu's regular-script calligraphy, and Emperor Huizong's Slender Gold calligraphy. They had all “grown wings and flown away.”
The seed bank was emptied of its cold-resistant wheat, soil-free rice, and air-water-harvesting vegetables.
The building materials center was emptied of its low-temperature-resistant steel, insulation panels, and generators. They all went into my pocket.
After returning to China, I put the national treasures at the museum entrance.
The experts fell to their knees and wept. The curator's hands shook so badly he couldn't sign the paperwork.
A leader asked me, “How did these things get back?”
I smiled. “Anyway, I didn't steal them.”
The next day, ten million yuan was deposited into my account.
With twenty-five days on the countdown, I went back to my hometown to build an apocalypse bunker.
It's different from others, it's absolutely cool and full of ideas!