The sun streamed into the room, illuminating the opulent decorations. In the center was a large round bed.
Anyone unfamiliar with this place would think it was the home of a rich man before the Apocalypse, but those who understood this era knew it was a place only a ruler could live.
Yawning lazily, Zhang Han had a smile on his face as he looked at the seven or eight women sleeping in the bed with him. It was a life he never dared to imagine before the Apocalypse.
He was merely a poor boy working in an auto repair shop, never thinking that he would rise to prominence in the future.
But fate is unpredictable, always taking you by surprise.
He loved the post-apocalyptic world and adored the heavens. After all, everything he had was a gift from the heavens!
If it wasn't for a streak of luck that resulted in his evolution, he wouldn't be living this extravagant lifestyle.
