Reborn in the Ancient Apocalypse, Raising a Family

I was reborn.

Seven days before the apocalypse began.

A busted System appeared in my mindscape, calling itself the Apocalypse Codex. Killing monsters could earn me talents.

But I had no time for it.

Because I had three things to do:

First, save the female shadow guard who took a blade for me in my previous life.

Second, protect the little girl I raised myself, who eventually died from the backlash of the dragon veins.

Third, find the white-clad girl who killed without mercy and teach her what it means to be human.

Someone asked me, “What can you change in seven days?”

I smiled.

In my previous life, I spent twenty years seeing through the truth of this world:

The Bone-Eaters are no natural disaster. They are a man-made calamity.

The so-called “pure land” was forged from the lives of billions.

Every one of those lofty “reforged ones” has blood on their hands.

This time, I won’t be a savior.

I won’t become the emperor ordained by heaven.

I only want to ask the big shots hiding behind the scenes:

You’ve been refining the lives of everyone under heaven for twenty years. Isn’t it time to pay up?