The end of the world is coming, and natural disasters will destroy the world. I was reborn 30 days ago, on February 6, 2024.
I have the space and supplies. Two hundred tons of rice, fifty tons of flour, and thirty tons of cooking oil. Medicines, weapons, generators, solar panels, all packed.
Others are robbing supermarkets, but I am drinking Lingquan. Others were chewing tree bark, and I was eating chicken.
Someone comes to ask for supplies? Don't open the door. Someone comes to ask for shelter? Ignore it. Someone comes to grab the land?
Sorry, my knife is very fast.
The whole city was begging me to open the door.
Sorry, the door is broken and cannot be repaired.
