A cold wave swept across the world. Within forty-five days, civilization collapsed, order disintegrated, food ran out, power was cut off, morals declined, and law and goodwill were frozen into ice.
Noriaki was once a good man. He gave the last food to the goddess, but was shot in the head with a stick at the door of her house. Before he died, he realized that he was just a licking dog, and that there was another man hiding in her house.
No one cares if a person dies.
That's true.
When he opened his eyes again, he returned to a month before the cold wave came. The heating is sufficient, the refrigerator is full, and there is no snowstorm outside the window. Everything is still possible.
This time, Liming just wanted to say one thing——
Damn kindness, I only live for myself.
