Reborn thirty days before the extreme-cold apocalypse.
In my previous life, I crawled through the ruins for ten years before the brother I trusted most pushed me into a zombie horde.
The first thing I do in this life: sell my house, take out loans, and loot for free.
Freeze-dried food? Clear it out. Weapons and ammunition? I'll take it all. Everything in the entire city: I'll buy what I can and stash the rest in my spatial storage.
The day doomsday arrives, the whole world loses power and running water, and the temperature plunges to minus forty degrees.
I take my parents into our renovated fortress villa, with bulletproof glass, a diesel generator, and enough supplies to last ten years.
Someone outside pounds on the steel door and wails, “Open up! My child is only three! Please!”
I look through the peephole. A dozen people are crouched behind him, all carrying weapons.
That trick worked in my previous life. It won't work this time.
While the survivors are scavenging for food in garbage heaps, the aroma of hotpot is already wafting out of my fortress.
And the first wave of mutant beasts is gathering for its attack.
Twenty cubes 😂😂😂