In my previous life, I was soft-hearted and kind-hearted. In the end of the world, I staked all my wealth to stock up on supplies and distributed them to my neighbors and the goddess I had a crush on for many years.
The result? On the night when the cold wave was the most severe, they locked me out, separated my belongings, and watched me freeze to death in the wind and snow at minus 70 degrees Celsius.
Reborn. Go back to 72 hours before the end of the world.
This time, I awakened to the Wanjie Trading System—a box of instant noodles was exchanged for a hundred pounds of gold, a box of antibiotics was exchanged for a forbidden magic spell, and a bottle of Erguotou was exchanged for a combat mech.
This time, while others were freezing their tree bark into ice sculptures at minus 60 degrees Celsius, I was wearing short-sleeves and eating butter hot pot in a constant-temperature safe house.
Those who harmed me in the past life will pay back double in this life.
Want something from me? Get something of equal value in exchange. Or, risk your life in exchange.
