Extreme Cold Doomsday: My Mythical Fortress

Solar flares tore apart the sky, plunging the world into an extremely cold hell of -50 degrees below zero. In his previous life, Fang Qian emptied his family fortune and risked his life to protect his fiancée's family, but what he got in exchange was being eaten in an ice cellar. Only before he died did he realize that he was just a chess piece that had been drained of its value. Reborn one month before the end of the world, he took control of the [Hand of Myth] that could turn stone into gold. Mythical Backpack - Boundless space, frozen time, inexhaustible supplies for all eternity. Mythical Fortress—Absolute defense, self-sufficient at constant temperature, and invulnerable to nuclear explosions. Mythical weapons - unlimited firepower, never worn out, one person can defeat an entire country. When the cold wave swept across again and former enemies killed each other over a pack of expired instant noodles, Fang Qian stood on top of the warm fortress and threw a gnawed rib out the window. Seeing them pounce on and bite like wild dogs, he shook the red wine in his hand and chuckled. "Grab it, bite it. Then... Slowly freeze into an ice sculpture in despair." This is your end, but it is my mythical age. "What you owe me, I want you to pay back with your flesh and blood, inch by inch."