dless nightmare. His eyes snapped open, staring up at the familiar ceiling-the faint yell

... my b

e where, in his past life, his intestines had been cruelly torn out, leaving behind a festering wound that never fu

rough the streets, and the cold-blooded betrayal of Han Ding - the man he'd once naively cherished as a chil

ith rage, his chest heav

by those monsters... and that you could go

ken knuckles, but no physical pain could compare to the

re month before the apocalypse would

urled his lips, eyes gl

oy with my life. No one will

, converting every asset into liquid funds to b

e with trembling fingers. Market prices, breaking news of a strange outbreak, and report

s runni

d trusted Han Ding in his past life - only to be sta

ot thi

h born into wealth, heir to a massive enterprise, he knew now th

- to gather the funds needed to construct an impenetrable un

single day's delay could

ent in bulk. Most importantly, he kept secret the greatest weapon he now possessed - a dimensional ability discovere

fied refuge underground - complete with air filtration, an independent water s

y wide awake, haunted by memories yet driven by the d

specially not Han Ding - the fiancé chosen by their families in chil

an Ding, unwilling to suffer an

engeance - against those who had harmed him, those

, he had

zle, tapping against the windowpane like a

thin as he prepared to face the apocalypse once