Ninety Days Before The Apocalypse
They traded his life for a box of canned food, but fate gave him a second chance.
When the global freeze hit, Lin Feng gave everything to protect his wife and her family. He hunted in frozen ruins, fought wild dogs, and starved so they could eat. In return, they poisoned his water and handed him over to a ruthless gang of scavengers for a single box of canned beef and a small jug of water. As Lin Feng froze to death in the snow, his heart burned with pure hatred.
Then he opened his eyes.
Lin Feng wakes up in his old room, exactly three months before the apocalypse begins. He remembers every betrayal, every lie, and every secret location where supplies were hidden. Even better, his rebirth awakens a unique spatial power, giving him an endless pocket dimension where time stands still. Refusing to play the fool again, Lin Feng cuts ties with his greedy in laws, liquidates his assets, and begins stockpiling millions of dollars worth of survival goods. When the world freezes and his former family comes begging at his door, they learn that the man they stepped on is now the sole master of their survival.
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Chapter: The Fallen FalconInside the warm living room, the low screech of static filled the quiet air. Lin Feng sat at his wooden desk, slowly turning the brass dial of an emergency shortwave receiver. The signal flickered, drowning in heavy electromagnetic interference before a harsh, breathless voice broke through the speaker."This is Central Command Sector Four to all active units," a radio operator stammered over the static. "The subterranean geothermal grid at Base Alpha has suffered a total structural breach. Secondary heating lines are frozen solid. I repeat, Base Alpha is compromised. All surviving personnel are instructed to initiate scattered retreat protocol. God help us all."A high-pitched tone squealed across the frequency, followed by absolute silence.Lin Feng adjusted his headset, his thumb tracing the smooth plastic edge of the radio. "Sector Four lasted six days longer than in my past life," he whispered to himself.He stood up, carrying a pair of high-resolution thermal binoculars over to
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Chapter: The Debt Collected"The coat too, Zhao," Lin Feng said, his voice coming through his visor speaker with a raspy, electric edge. "And the insulated boots."Director Zhao’s fingers were shaking so violently he could barely work the oversized zipper of his mink jacket. "Mr. Lin, please. It is minus forty down on the lower levels. Without a coat, my lungs will freeze in ten minutes.""You have twenty seconds," Lin Feng said, shifting his thumb onto the heavy safety switch of the pump-action shotgun. "Or I blow your kneecaps off and let you crawl down the stairs without legs."Zhao let out a choked, desperate sob, ripping the heavy mink coat off his shoulders and tossing it onto the blood-stained ice. He kicked off his insulated leather boots, standing on the frozen concrete in his thin cotton socks. He unclipped a small two-way radio and a tactical belt carrying two magazines, throwing them onto the heap."Down," Lin Feng gestured with the shotgun barrel toward the pitch-black stairwell."You are a monster!
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Chapter: Blood In The Corridor"Get the drills working on the left hinge!" Director Zhao barked, his face wet with sweat despite the freezing air. He shoved a heavy guard toward the door frame. "If we do not breach this frame in three minutes, the charges will not seat properly! Hurry up!""Director, the drill bit is glowing red!" the lead guard yelled back, leaning his entire body weight against the heavy power tool. Sparks showered across his dirty coat. "This frame is not standard iron! It is reinforced high-density alloy! It is chewing through our bits!""Then use the secondary charges!" Zhao screamed, pointing a fat, gloved finger at the yellow plastic crate sitting on the floor. "Tape the primer cords directly to the mechanical deadbolt casing! Do not stand there like an idiot!"Outside, in the dark corridor, Su Yan pulled her brother further back into the shadows of the stairwell landing. "Mother, we need to leave. They are going to blow up the entire landing.""Shut up and watch, Yan!" Mother Su rasped, her
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Chapter: The Scent of Meat"Lin Feng, please," Su Yan sobbed, pressing her forehead flat against the cold steel vault door. Her voice trembled through the tiny mesh grille of the intercom speaker. "I know I was selfish before. I know I took you for granted. But we were married for three years! Do you remember our wedding day in the spring? You promised my father before he died that you would look after me."Inside the apartment, Lin Feng walked past the security monitor without glancing at her crying face. He picked up a heavy iron skillet, placed it on the induction stove, and tossed in four thick slabs of marbled pork belly. The meat sizzled instantly, releasing a loud, crackling sound and a cloud of rich white steam."My mother cannot breathe properly, Lin Feng!" Su Yan’s desperate voice echoed through the kitchen speaker. "Her lips are turning purple! If you have any heart left inside you, just give us one blanket and a cup of warm water. We will leave! We will never bother you again!"Lin Feng did not repl
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Chapter: The Frozen Nightmare"My toes are white, Yan," Su Ming whimpered, rubbing his bare ankles beneath a thin pile of cotton quilts. "Look at them. I cannot feel my big toe at all.""Stop complaining and keep the blanket pulled up," Su Yan said. Her lips were blue, her chin trembling so hard her teeth made a wet, rhythmic clicking sound. "Mother, is there any hot water left in the thermos?"Mother Su sat huddled in the corner of the sofa, wrapped in three old winter coats, her hands stuffed deep into her armpits. "The pipes froze two hours ago. I tried to turn on the tap, and a chunk of yellow ice popped out and broke my mug."A sharp, rifle-like crack echoed through the living room.Su Yan jumped, letting out a short scream. On the far wall, a wide diagonal fracture split the double-pane balcony window. A razor-thin hiss of freezing air whistled through the gap, turning the indoor humidity into a tiny, floating dust cloud of ice crystals."The window is giving out!" Su Ming yelled, scrambling backward on his
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Chapter: The Silent Countdown"Two hundred boxes of self-heating beef rice, three hundred orders of hot pork dumplings, and fifty vats of spicy sheep mutton soup," Chef Liu said, wiping his greasy forehead with the back of his white sleeve. He stared at the mountain of steaming plastic containers stacked high on his restaurant's back kitchen tables. "Mr. Lin, my entire kitchen staff has been cooking for sixteen hours without a break. What kind of party are you hosting that requires this much hot food at once?""A large one," Lin Feng replied, placing a thick stack of red bank notes onto the greasy stainless steel counter. "Is the thermal insulation wrap applied to every container?""Double-wrapped, just like you asked," Chef Liu grunted, pocketing the cash with a quick, practiced motion. "Though I do not understand why you insist on loading them into your own covered van instead of letting my boys deliver them to your venue.""I handle my own logistics, Chef Liu," Lin Feng said softly.He spent the next twenty min
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