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At the end of the rainstorm, I was reborn and returned to the week before the natural disaster. Relatives laughed at me for being crazy for selling my shares and renting an abandoned factory in the suburbs. My boyfriend thought I was embarrassed and broke up with him decisively. I signed calmly, turned around and exchanged all my possessions for piles of scrap metal. When the world-destroying torrential rain flooded the world, they struggled to survive in the flood and sold their souls for a piece of bread-- My factory is brightly lit and the fully automatic production line is roaring day and night. Cans, purified water, antibiotics are continuously produced, and even... Individual soldier exoskeleton armor. The factory broadcasts a cold cycle: "We are looking for workers, three meals a day and a separate dormitory. Skilled workers will be given priority, and those with bad character will not be disturbed." Later, the unprecedented extreme cold came, and that factory became the last beacon of mankind. My ex-boyfriend dragged his broken leg and knelt outside the door for three days and three nights. I looked across the monitor screen, took a sip of hot coffee, and said calmly to the security guard: "Tell him that the last position was filled yesterday."