Chen Zhe died.
He died in the winter of the third year of the apocalypse. While covering the retreat of several children, he was torn to pieces by a horde of zombies.
But he came back to life.
The moment he opened his eyes, he found himself back thirty days before the apocalypse began. The date on his phone read loud and clear: October 15.
In his previous life, he was a useless son who could only watch his parents die in the ruins. This time, he would never let that tragedy happen again.
While his roommates were still discussing graduate school exams and his classmates were still scrolling through short videos, Chen Zhe had already started a race against the clock. He had thirty days to convince his parents, sell off their assets, return to their hometown of Chenjia'ao, and build a fortress that could withstand the apocalypse.
But no one believed him.
His father, a construction company owner worth over a hundred million, berated him for “losing his mind.” His mother, a savvy stock market investor, suspected he was “under too much pressure.” That was, until Chen Zhe told them his “predictions” about what was about to happen: an online exposé in three days, a lockdown in their residential compound a week later, a stock market crash in half a month...
One after another, they came true.
At last, the Chen family sprang into action. Eighty million yuan was rapidly liquidated, three truckloads of building materials were dispatched overnight, and Zhao Tiezhu, a security chief with a special forces background, was urgently called back. Meanwhile, in their remote hometown village, a scoundrel named Sun Laosan was staring fixedly at the land where construction was about to begin, his eyes full of malice...
Thirty days.
The countdown had begun.
And Chen Zhe knew that the true apocalypse had never been the zombies.
It was the human heart.
