But all of this was merely Logan's speculation.
His primary goal was simply to survive the apocalypse. Whatever the reason, since he had been given a second chance at life, he was determined to live well.
Only by surviving could he uncover more clues about this disaster!
If, as he speculated, the apocalypse reset every time all species went extinct, then as the only person currently aware of this, he might indeed have to do something.
Because no one knew how many times this reset could occur.
If this was the last chance, would Earth become a lifeless planet like the others in the solar system?
Logan pulled out his computer, plugged in a wireless internet card, and went online.
He anonymously posted a warning about the solar flare eruption.
Three months ago, if he had said that an SSS-class solar flare would erupt today, he would undoubtedly have been seen as a madman or a crackpot.
No one would have believed that he could predict the future.
But today, by revealing this information after the fact and adding speculation about the impending Ice Age, he would be much more credible.
Perhaps some scientist might notice the sun's anomaly and prompt governments to prepare in advance.
And with all electronic devices losing signal and becoming useless 71 hours later, Logan wouldn't risk exposure.
He could only hope that someone with insight would discover his post.
Logan closed his computer, removed the internet card, and stored everything in his space.
The rest was left to fate.
Logan tried to communicate with the Cornucopia, but there was no response.
To prevent another situation where the space couldn't be sensed, Logan took out a portion of each supply from the space and stored them in the shelter's basement.
The next day, the countdown in the top right corner had dropped to 47 hours.
Watching the apocalypse approach was an agonizing experience.
Logan could only keep practicing the "Health Preservation Technique" to stay calm.
However, it wasn't long before a group of uninvited guests disturbed Logan's peace.
A tractor arrived outside the shelter.
The shelter had no windows, but Logan had installed a camera at the peephole of the outer explosion-proof door to monitor the situation outside.
Four people got off the tractor and began examining the shelter.
While they were still discussing who should knock on the door of this big iron ball, Logan opened the door and stepped out.
One of the women, an older lady, peered into the narrow opening Logan had made, straining to see inside.
However, there was another door inside, so even if she popped her eyes out, she wouldn't see anything.
"What's the matter?" Logan glanced at the four people.
There was a woman in her forties or fifties, an elderly man in his fifties or sixties with a cane, a thirty-year-old farmer, and a woman in her twenties.
The four of them were also scrutinizing Logan with varying expressions.
After a villager had inquired from a construction worker and learned that the round structure on the mountaintop cost several million, everyone in the village knew that Logan was wealthy—a big, fat sheep.
The first to speak was the farmer, Ethan Brooks:
"Young man, your round ball has destroyed the feng shui of our village. Several of our chickens and ducks have died recently. What do you plan to do about it?"
Logan looked toward a nearby forest:
"What does the death of your chickens and ducks have to do with me?"
The older woman, Mrs Brooks, placed her hands on her hips and glared at Logan:
"How could it not be your fault? Ever since you built this ball, our chickens and ducks started dying. In a few days, people might start dying too!"
Logan let out a sarcastic laugh. These villagers were really grasping at straws.
And they were right—more than a few people would die in the coming days.
"Then you'd better move out quickly. If you delay, your entire village might be wiped out."
People in the countryside are most afraid of such things, and Logan's words enraged the four of them.
"Hey, kid! How can you be so wicked?! How dare you curse us?" Mrs Brooks scolded, pointing her finger at Logan's nose.
"Brat! What did you say?! If you don't know how to speak, your uncle here will teach you!" Ethan's eyes flashed with malice as he swung his large hand towards Logan's face.
Though it seemed impulsive, this was part of a plan the four of them had devised before coming up the mountain.
Young people are easily intimidated, and one slap would make him behave. With old and weak villagers among them, they weren't worried about Logan calling the police if they fabricated some charges against him.
The other three were already imagining Logan being slapped into submission.
Slap! A loud smack echoed through the air.
The sound was much louder than they had expected.
What shocked them even more was that the one slapped wasn't Logan, but Ethan Brooks!
Logan had grabbed Ethan's hand, twisted it around, and slapped him hard across the face.
Ethan Brooks was stunned by the blow, his mind buzzing, and his face swelling visibly.
The four of them clearly hadn't expected Logan to be so bold, daring to fight back one against four.
And for someone so young, he was surprisingly strong!
Seeing his son get hit, the elderly Mr Brooks relied on his age and swung his cane at Logan.
Logan nimbly dodged the blow by sidestepping.
Mr Brooks rolled his eyes and let out a loud "Ouch!" before collapsing to the ground and closing his eyes.
This was the signal to activate their second plan.
"Father? What's wrong, Father?!" Sophie Brooks immediately reacted, glaring at Logan with anger:
"You hit my father?!"
"I didn't even touch him," Logan replied coldly, glancing at the twitching Mr Brooks on the ground.
"We all saw it!! Don't think you can lie your way out of this!" Mrs Brooks cried out, kneeling beside Mr Brooks, clutching his body as she wailed:
"Oh no~ The city folk are bullying us poor villagers~ If you're gone, old man, I'll just bash my head against this iron ball and join you. I can't live on~"
Sophie Brooks also began to sob:
"My father was already in poor health. What are we supposed to do now?"
"Pay up! Give us $50,000, and we'll let it go!"
Ethan Brooks clenched his fists tightly, his face still throbbing. He looked like he was ready to go to war if Logan refused.
Mrs Brooks added a threat:
"If you don't pay, we'll call the police and expose you to the media!"
"Alright," Logan replied.
The three of them were pleased, thinking Logan had agreed.
But then Logan continued:
"Go ahead, call the police."
Of course, they couldn't actually call the police.
Seeing that Logan was impervious to threats, Ethan Brooks glared at him and said viciously:
"If you don't pay, then pay with your life for my father!!"
He wasn't about to let that slap slide. After saying this, he rushed to the tractor and pulled out a machete.
"Hold on," Logan said, pretending to consider, circling around Mr Brooks as if assessing his condition.
In reality, Logan could have called the police since he had surveillance cameras at the door, and these people couldn't do anything to him.
But after his previous experience with Jerry Li, Logan had developed a negative impression of the police.
There were many ways to deal with these four people.
Logan chose the most cathartic one.
Mrs Brooks and Ethan Brooks exchanged a triumphant look, thinking that Logan was finally scared.
Ethan Brooks felt secretly pleased:
I knew it—a kid in his twenties would fold under a little intimidation.
Suddenly, Logan extended his foot and stomped on Mr Brooks's hand, which was resting on the ground.
"Ahhh!!"
Mr Brooks screamed in pain, opening his eyes.
Logan turned his head and casually said to the stunned Ethan Brooks:
"I've cured your father. Now I don't need to pay with my life, right?"