Wasn't this the woman he'd picked up at the nightclub the night before the apocalypse?
Zhao Yin couldn't recall her name. He only remembered that after that night, the world ended, and he never saw her again.
The scene before him was identical to that day.
Seven years of surviving the apocalypse had forged an iron will, and Zhao Yin quickly grasped what had happened.
He had died in the seventh year of the apocalypse-and returned to the time before it all began!
"Little troublemaker, I told you not to move and you actually listened?" The woman's face was still buried against his chest, her slender waist squirming restlessly, her voice lazy yet petulant.
"When I go out to play with a man, I never give second chances. Think carefully-you really don't want to have a little more fun while you can?"
The next instant, she felt the man beneath her roll over and dump her straight off the bed.
She crashed onto the floor, clutching her chest, screaming curses. "What the hell! Are you insane?"
Zhao Yin ignored her completely. He leapt out of bed and stood before the full-length mirror.
He studied the young face staring back at him.
Unlike the weathered survivor of the apocalypse, twenty-two-year-old Zhao Yin had fair skin, a lean frame, and a faint scholarly air about him.
At one-eighty-five, he was exactly the tall, slender type those lovestruck girls had fawned over before the end times.
His heartbeat quickened.
"Help me up, you bastard!" The woman glared daggers at him. "I'm Wang Xiaole! I've been around, but I've never met a man as cold-blooded as you after getting what he wanted!"
Zhao Yin snapped back to the present. Without a word, he turned and began dressing.
In his memory, the apocalypse would begin in the early hours of this very night.
He refused to waste time on a woman like her.
Someone who went out looking for fun was nothing more than a tool for release.
In his past life, he'd felt no attachment to her. In this life, he certainly wouldn't let her become a stumbling block.
"What are you doing? You're just going to leave?" The woman's anger flared. She started pulling on her own clothes, looking ready for a fight.
This wasn't her first time going out for fun, but she still felt used and discarded.
Zhao Yin finished with his shoes and socks, then swept the cigarettes, lighter, phone, and the opened box of condoms from the nightstand into his pocket.
Then he remembered something and turned toward her.
"W-what are you doing?" Fear finally crept onto her face.
Only now did she notice that the sweet, affectionate pretty boy from last night had become someone else entirely.
One look into Zhao Yin's eyes made her blood run cold.
He stopped in front of her, pulled out his wallet, extracted a thousand-yuan note, bent down slowly, and tucked it into her cleavage. Then he casually pinched her cheek.
"I never sleep with anyone for free."
With that, he walked out of the hotel room.
He'd almost forgotten an old habit-after finishing with a woman, he paid.
Once the money changed hands, neither owed the other a thing.
Early morning. The roads were already packed with traffic. Sidewalks teemed with people-elderly couples strolling hand in hand, mothers leading children, office workers rushing to early shifts.
They all shared one thing in common: they were clean and well-dressed.
The aroma of fried dough sticks and steamed buns drifted from roadside breakfast stalls. Nearby stood roast duck shops, braised meat vendors, bakeries, milk tea stands.
A long-forgotten feeling welled up inside him. For a moment, Zhao Yin was overwhelmed.
Back then, he'd never appreciated this peaceful life. Yet after the apocalypse, he'd returned to this exact scene in his dreams countless times.
Had he really come back?
Zhao Yin slowly raised his head and looked toward Guangzhou No. 2 High School. The future Lord of Contracts, Lin Tianfeng, should still be teaching there.
But now wasn't the time to deal with him. He'd have to wait until after the apocalypse erupted, then use Lin Tianfeng to locate the star crystal carrying the SSS-rank ability.
This time around, Zhao Yin had no intention of building a base. He understood now-only personal strength truly mattered.
As for Ning Yue, Jiang Xin'er, and Xiaodao, he'd met them in the sixth year of the apocalypse and had never bothered to learn about their pasts.
Now, in this vast sea of humanity, there was no way to find them. That would have to wait.
The world remained peaceful and prosperous. Only Zhao Yin knew how fleeting it all was-that the splendor before his eyes was merely the final brilliance before catastrophe.
In the early hours of tonight, an unprecedented meteor shower would descend from the sky. Countless meteorites would rain down, pounding Blue Star until it was riddled with devastation.
The entire world would become a furnace. Most buildings would be obliterated. The supplies humanity depended on would be buried in rubble-especially food. Even what survived would spoil in the extreme heat.
A month later, unknown radiation would blanket the land. Ninety-eight percent of humanity would turn into zombies. The surviving humans, animals, and plants would begin to change.
Zhao Yin organized his thoughts. First priority: stockpile supplies.
After the apocalypse, ordinary food would spoil rapidly, and new extraordinary food sources would emerge. He didn't need to hoard too much-just enough to survive until the meteor shower ended.
He caught a ride home. The place was a high-end residential complex in central Guangzhou, left to him by his parents.
They'd been executives at a state-owned enterprise. They died in a car accident when he was fifteen.
The inheritance and compensation had let Zhao Yin live more comfortably than most before the apocalypse. With no one to discipline him, he'd developed a wild, unruly streak.
In his previous life, when the apocalypse struck, he'd been asleep at home. His villa had been lucky enough to avoid the meteorites.
So this time, he'd hide at home again.
He went straight to the garage, climbed into his Audi A6, and drove ten kilometers to an ice cream factory.
The meteor shower would rage for a full month. The initial phase would bring terrifying heat. Ice was the first problem to solve.
In his past life, he'd barely survived that month of extreme temperatures. By the time the meteor shower ended, he'd nearly died.
He'd had no strength left to scavenge for supplies and had missed the first wave of people who discovered the star crystals' secret.
Guangzhou was only a third-tier city with no large ice-manufacturing plants, but an ice cream factory could definitely produce ice.
Zhao Yin arrived at the factory and went straight to the director's office.
After promising generous payment, the director readily agreed to deliver fifty tons of ice to Zhao Yin's address before dark.
Next, he headed to the building materials market. He bought large quantities of insulation boards, a nail gun, heat-resistant adhesive, and more. After negotiating prices, he asked the shop owner to help hire renovation workers-as many as possible, starting immediately.
With that handled, he drove to the supermarket for the most critical item: food.
Anything worth having went into large bags. Salt-baked chicken, canned meat, compressed biscuits, milk cartons, instant noodles, sausages, assorted nuts, dried fruit.
Preserved foods with additives would last slightly longer. Zhao Yin grabbed them all.
Raw meat, eggs, vegetables, fruit-he bought none of it.
More important than food was water. He ordered thirty large jugs on the spot.
After the apocalypse, water, electricity, and gas would all be cut off. He bought three tanks of liquefied gas and ten waterproof flashlights.
He'd purchased over a month's worth of supplies-enough for three months if he rationed carefully. Only then did he stop.
Next: weapons.
The apocalypse had honed his combat instincts, but physically, Zhao Yin was still ordinary.
He needed something practical for the early days.
At a wet market, he found a butcher and bought a pig-slaughtering knife and a bone cleaver for five hundred yuan.
Tools chosen by a professional butcher were far superior to ordinary blades-better steel, sharper edges.
Then he visited an auto repair shop and had a meter-long iron handle welded onto the bone cleaver.
An extra inch of reach meant an extra measure of power. The ordinary cleaver transformed into a deadly polearm. The pig knife would serve for close quarters.
He loaded both weapons into the Audi's trunk, then made one final stop for gas masks.
At last, he'd bought everything he could think of.
By the time Zhao Yin returned home, dusk had fallen. A red sun hung low on the horizon, crimson clouds bathing the earth in radiant light, casting a dreamlike hue over the world.
As if the world itself sensed what was coming and was releasing its final splendor, reluctant to let go of the past.
Zhao Yin sat in the car and watched quietly for two minutes-a farewell to the homeland that had existed only in his dreams.
He stepped out. Several trucks were already parked outside the villa-deliveries from the supermarket and building materials suppliers. The renovation workers he'd hired had arrived too, more than thirty in total.
Only the ice from the factory hadn't come yet.
Zhao Yin handed each worker a thousand-yuan bonus and asked them to clear all the useless furniture from the villa, then carry the building materials inside.
For laborers earning hard money, a thousand yuan equaled several days' wages. Everyone worked with enthusiasm.
Thirty-plus skilled workers moved fast. Time was short. Zhao Yin's only requirement was practicality-appearance and professionalism didn't matter.
By seven-thirty, darkness had fallen.
All insulation boards were in place.
The ice arrived from the factory.
Fifty tons of ice nearly filled the entire living room. After Zhao Yin paid the balance, it was already nine-thirty.
He saw off the last of the factory workers. The villa was his alone now.
Looking at the mountain of ice and supplies, at the villa packed with insulation, he finally felt at ease.
He'd gone hungry all day. A glance at his sports watch showed two and a half hours remaining. He left the complex, ate a hearty meal, and bought ten packs of cigarettes.
He returned to the villa at ten-thirty.
Zhao Yin sealed all doors and windows with the remaining insulation boards, leaving only one small movable opening to observe the outside.
Eleven-thirty.
Half an hour until the apocalypse.
Zhao Yin sat in the ice-cold villa and waited.
Time crawled by, second by second.
Buzz... buzz...
The phone alarm beside him finally sounded.
The apocalypse had arrived.49Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7tR9zqf4AZ
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