Lu Chen was reborn.
In his previous life, when the apocalyptic freeze arrived, he struggled to survive in a hell of minus sixty degrees. He used his hoarded supplies to keep everyone who came to him alive: his ex-girlfriend, his cousin, and his business partner. This was how they repaid him: his girlfriend stole his medicine and ran; his relatives burned all his fuel to keep warm; and when their food was nearly gone, his buddy suggested drawing lots to decide who should die. In the end, the knife plunged into his abdomen came from the person he trusted most.
“Brother Lu, you’ve got enough supplies stocked up to keep us going for a long time.”
Before all his blood had drained away, his body froze solid.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back three days before the apocalypse began.
This time, Lu Chen would no longer be anyone’s savior. He sealed the warehouse doors, stocked up on supplies, and readied a compound bow, watching coldly as the world froze over. He watched his ex-girlfriend freeze to death in the snow outside his door, listened to his cousin’s howls as he devoured human flesh next door, and watched through his scope as the enemies from his past life were buried inch by inch in the blizzard.
Until the very end, they couldn’t understand how the easy mark they had taken advantage of in his previous life had suddenly become colder than the deep freeze itself.
Because this time, Lu Chen lived by one rule: in a world that had already frozen him to death once, mercy was the only terminal illness.
And he had already recovered.
