Tempestades de neve caíram por dez dias seguidos, com a temperatura despencando para mais de cinquenta graus abaixo de zero. E isso ainda não era o pior: peste bubônica, calor extremo, seca, chuva ácida, tornados e outros eventos climáticos extremos viriam logo em seguida, cada um transformando o mundo em um verdadeiro inferno. Gu Pan renasceu sete dias antes de tudo isso acontecer. Desta vez, ela ainda tinha acesso ao seu espaço especial, seu marido estava vivo, e ela precisava estocar suprimentos desesperadamente. Comida, roupas, moradia, transporte, remédios, armas, água, eletricidade, tudo o que fosse necessário para viver, ela queria acumular o suficiente para uma vida inteira. O quê? A ‘amiga’ que os traiu na vida passada também renasceu? E ainda estocou um armazém inteiro de suprimentos?
Chapter 1: Rebirth
Gu Pan’s hands clutched the quilt tightly, beads of sweat covering her forehead. Suddenly, she sat upright, eyes wide open. As her vision shifted from blurred to clear, shock replaced calm in her heart. Wasn’t this the bedroom of her newlywed home before the apocalypse?
She quickly glanced at the bedside table. The digital clock read: September 16th, 2028, 8:46 AM. Outside, the wind howled, accompanied by the occasional sound of something striking against the building.
Jumping out of bed, she drew back the curtains. Though the gale raged outside, the streets below teemed with bustling traffic and vibrancy.
Gu Pan was bewildered. Hadn’t she died in the cannibalistic apocalypse? How had she returned? And why was she back seven days before the world ended?
Just then, her phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. She hadn’t used a phone in over three years; its sudden presence felt unfamiliar. She hurried to the bedside, picked up her phone, and saw her husband’s name on the screen.
Seeing that name made tears stream down Gu Pan’s face. In the third year of the apocalypse, this man died before her eyes, sacrificing himself to shield her from a knife. Of course, Gu Pan did not survive alone; she drove a dagger into her heart, following her husband, Lu Ruisheng.
She hadn’t failed to cherish the chance her husband fought for; it was just that he was her sole hope for survival in the apocalypse. When he died, she lost her reason to live.
Her fingers trembled as she pressed the answer button. A familiar, caring voice