The Cat I Picked up Is a Boss in the Apocalypse

An Chen was reborn from the fifth year of the apocalypse. He originally thought he was getting a script for the cannon fodder role in the clichéd apocalyptic novel. Unexpectedly, he was so hungry that he could hardly eat, but he would be hunted down by the superpower who was hailed as the hope of the world in the base. What's even more outrageous is that this human hero is still his ex-boyfriend who was dumped because he had two different things to do. The ex-boyfriend put an ice blade against his chin, and Danfeng's eyes were full of self-inflicted pain: "I'm sorry, but in fact I was reborn ten years later. Ten years later, you will become the culprit of destroying the world. I must put out this flame in advance." An Chen looked at him for a long time and couldn't help but send a friendly greeting: "Brother, are you sick?" The ex-boyfriend lowered his eyes, and the ice blade flashed. When he opened his eyes again, he was reborn. After his rebirth, An Chen stood in the large-square-foot house he inherited, looking at the bank cards in his hand that had tens of millions in them but were scrapped when the apocalypse came. A innocent and harmless smile appeared on his expressionless face. Rebirth cheating, right? Who can't do it anymore? An Chen avoided the previous unchanging life track and gained some unexpected gains. On his way home after ordering supplies one day, he heard the weak sound of meowing. Pulling back the grass, there was a skinny little black cat cub. An Chen: I picked up a cat and he wants to go home with me! A month has passed, and the apocalypse has erupted in memory. But he suddenly discovered that the cat he picked up seemed a little weird... Whose little cat would drag an S-class beast back in the middle of the night to claim credit? ! … Attacker's perspective: I raised a human, but he was too weak. His physique could not adapt to the world of the jungle and the strong. I wanted to take him back to the nest and raise him carefully, but he was naughty and kept running to dangerous places. What else could I do? Of course, I would pamper the two-legged beast I raised. Ps: The attacker and the opponent think that they are supporting each other, and each other thinks that they are doting on him. Intention: Never give up hope for survival, and be brave to move upstream