In my previous life, I was softhearted and kind. I staked everything I had on supplies during the apocalypse and shared them with my neighbors and the goddess I’d secretly loved for years.
And what did I get? On the coldest night of the deep freeze, they locked me outside, divvied up my supplies, and watched me freeze to death in a blizzard at seventy below zero.
I was reborn, back 72 hours before the apocalypse began.
This time, I awakened the Myriad Worlds Trading System: one box of instant noodles for a hundred jin of gold, one pack of antibiotics for a forbidden magic spell, one bottle of Erguotou for a combat mech.
This time, while others freeze into ice sculptures at sixty below, I’ll be in a climate-controlled safe house wearing a T-shirt and eating beef tallow hot pot.
Those who harmed me in my previous life will pay double in this one.
Want my things? Offer something of equal value. Otherwise, pay with your life.
