A dilapidated shack. Drafts coming in from every side. A little brother on the verge of starving to death. That was all Lin Mo had after she transmigrated. Her S-rank power from her previous life was completely useless here. The System was stingy as a miser, and her ice ability had dwindled to a few ice chips. But she was Lin Mo. She had endured every kind of hardship over ten years in the apocalypse. Farming? Fine. Starting with this rundown shack, she would turn this wasteland into a place no one could ever take from her.
