Su Wan died in the third year of the apocalypse. When she opened her eyes again, she was back fifteen days before it began.
In her previous life, her cousin tricked her out of her last half a biscuit, and her male cousin kicked her into a ventilation shaft over ten meters deep. Snow fell into the shaft and melted, cold as tears. The people above laughed.
This time, she won't save anyone, won't show mercy, and won't forgive.
The System binds to her, and two pocket dimensions come with it: a spiritual field that grows crops five times faster, an inexhaustible spiritual spring, storage where time stands still, and medicine that never expires.
In fifteen days, she turns 1.32 million into supplies. She reinforces her old, run-down house until it's an iron fortress.
She isn't afraid of the heat, and even when the water and power are cut off, she can still cook porridge. Relatives block her door, hoping to mooch off her home? Block them, then bring out the club. Neighbors use moral pressure to demand her food? She smashes the club into the tile, leaving a crack less than two inches from their feet. Thugs show up armed? There's plenty of boiling water waiting behind the door.
In the apocalypse, kindness is a luxury. She stopped buying it a long time ago. While others fight tooth and nail to steal water and food, she sits in her own fortress, slowly sipping a bowl of hot porridge.
No romance, no self-sacrificing saint, just a female lead striking out on her own and building her career from start to finish.
Keep it up, author!!! I believe in you!!!