It hurt. It hurt so badly! The pain, like it was tearing him apart, spread all over Zhang's body. It wasn't just a feeling—it was real. Right then, he was being ruthlessly knocked to the ground by friends and neighbors he had once trusted and helped. They beat him with sticks, one after another, like a storm. In this world where resources were scarce, they completely ignored the help he had given them and attacked him instead! As he was about to die, he vaguely saw Goddess Fang standing behind the crowd, looking pitiful and shouting, "I told him to open the door, you guys better give me more supplies!" It was her. She had tricked him into opening the door, then killed him. Zhang glared at her, his eyes filled with hatred and regret. He could only blame himself for being so naïve and kind. He had become a stepping stone for others in this apocalyptic world. How he wished everything could start over. This time, he wouldn't show mercy to anyone. He would live for himself and make everyone pay!
Zhang's vision quickly went black, and he lost consciousness. But the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up on the sofa. The hellish scene he had just gone through, the unbearable pain, was still vivid in his mind. He gasped for air, his whole body drenched in sweat.
"What's going on? Didn't those bastards kill me?" He looked around, trying to make sense of it. This place wasn't unfamiliar—it was his home. The comfortable temperature in the air made him feel strangely surprised. It was December 2050, and Blue Star had been hit by a supernova explosion 500,000 light-years away, causing a global Cambrian storm. The temperature had plummeted worldwide, and in Tianhai City, where Zhang lived, the temperature was often below minus sixty or seventy degrees Celsius. The storm lasted a whole month, burying the entire city. In northern China, temperatures reportedly even dropped to terrifyingly low levels—more than minus 100 degrees Celsius. The land was buried in snow, countless species went extinct, and over 95% of humanity perished in the disaster.
Zhang stood up, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and drank most of it. The cold water, though chilled from the fridge, felt like nectar to him now. After the apocalypse, the only way people could get water was by going outside, braving the deadly cold, and melting snow. Doing this could easily freeze someone to death. After finishing the water, Zhang checked his phone. The date on the screen read "November 12." That meant there was still a whole month before the apocalypse hit.
"It feels like I've been reborn," Zhang thought, taking a deep breath. He quickly figured out what was going on. That month of hellish experience couldn't have been a dream, especially the pain of being torn apart. It was way too real. Zhang looked up, and after everything he had been through, he felt a deep sense of gratitude, but his eyes also flashed with a sharp, cold light. He remembered exactly who had killed him—this time, he would survive and never show mercy. And he would make sure that, when the time came, they would pay for what they did!
But right now, Zhang had to think about how to survive the coming apocalypse a month from now. His living situation wasn't bad. His parents had passed away early, and he inherited a 300-square-meter house in Tianhai City along with more than two million yuan in savings. That would normally be enough to live comfortably. But when the apocalypse came, there would be massive shortages of supplies, and with only this amount of money, he wouldn't last long. After all, surviving needed a lot of resources.
With a month left to prepare, Zhang wanted more than just survival—he wanted to live with a decent quality of life. He wanted to have enough food, fun, and entertainment, otherwise, over time, he would lose his sanity. He also needed weapons and equipment to protect himself, especially if he planned on getting revenge on his neighbors.
Just then, a flash of white light suddenly appeared in front of him. His right eye felt blurry, so he rubbed it. But then, a strange thought suddenly popped into his mind—it was like this white light was part of him. The information about the white light appeared in his mind. Zhang's thoughts shifted, and his consciousness was instantly drawn into the white light.
When he entered, he found himself in a vast white space. The area was unclear, just an enormous expanse of blankness.
"Is this… another dimension?" he wondered.
"It seems like I've gained some special abilities since being reborn." Zhang felt a surge of joy in his heart. It seemed that the gamma rays had altered his body, granting him extraordinary powers. With this massive space, storing supplies for the apocalypse would be much easier.
Zhang wanted to know how much this space could store and if there was a limit to the items he could collect. His consciousness returned to his room, and he began experimenting by placing objects from his house into the space. He started with a tea cup and a wash basin. These items were easily stored.
As he continued, Zhang realized that if he was going to survive, he needed to start preparing for the future right away. He also needed to make sure his life after the apocalypse had a certain quality. With weapons and resources at hand, he could ensure his safety and finally take revenge on the people who had betrayed him.
Zhang started trying to cram bigger appliances into the space—things like the TV, fridge, washing machine, computer, air conditioner, and vacuum cleaner. The white space didn't refuse anything; it just took everything in. And the best part was that as long as Zhang thought about it, he could pull anything back out from the space.
However, when it came to objects that were affected by external forces or things that weren't standalone, like trying to dig out a piece of floorboard from the ground, nothing happened. "Seems like
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With that decision made, Zhang felt light and cool-headed. But just then, his stomach grumbled loudly, protesting. Zhang rubbed his stomach and glanced at the yellow braised chicken rice he had ordered earlier. He stroked his chin, thought for a moment, then shook his head and smiled. "Nah, I'll skip the takeout."
"In a month, it'll all be over... All the good food will be gone, so I might as well enjoy it while I can. No point being stingy now." After spending a month freezing and hungry, now was the time to treat himself to something warm and delicious. As for money? It could wait. After the apocalypse, money would be useless paper, so he might as well spend it all now.
Zhang turned around with a carefree attitude, ready to splurge on a nice meal at one of those fancy restaurants he'd always been too cheap to go to before. Time to enjoy life.