Reborn Before the End of the World

Xiao Ran suddenly sat up in bed, gasping for breath, cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

He had just had an incredibly vivid dream.

In the dream, a continuous hailstorm had swept across the globe. The hailstones were as large as ping-pong balls, effortlessly shattering ordinary glass and car windshields alike. With dense fog enveloping everything, hardly anyone could venture outdoors, and the temperature plummeted, not cold enough to freeze people into ice sculptures but dropping to around minus ten degrees Celsius.

And it was June!

By the fourth day, the power grid collapsed, and many people froze to death overnight.

To make matters worse, the hailstones were also poisonous!

Any liquid contaminated by the hailstones caused immediate death to plants, contaminated water sources, and even a small amount of ingestion led to severe vomiting and diarrhea, while a large intake resulted in immediate death.

Everyone was trapped, resources dwindling, and when food and clean water ran out, the most terrifying thing happened.

Cannibalism!

But Xiao Ran would never have imagined that he would be ambushed by his wife's family and gruesomely dismembered alive!

No, this wasn't a dream.

Xiao Ran held his head. The 15 days of the apocalypse were too real, so real that he could remember every minute and every second in detail, especially the excruciating pain of being dismembered at the end, which was absolutely real.

"There's only one possibility."

"I... have been reborn!"

"Now is the time!"

He found his phone, and the time displayed was March 1st.

When did the apocalypse happen?

June 1st!

He remembered very clearly because that day he was planning to take his son to the amusement park, but the hailstorm started as soon as they stepped out, and he was hit by a hailstone, doubting the meaning of life due to the pain.

In other words, there were exactly three months until the disaster of the end of the world.

"I need to make money, gather enough food for a lifetime, collect supplies for a lifetime, and build a doomsday shelter that can withstand the hailstorm and block those who want to forcibly seize it."

How to make money?

Simple!

Because Xiao Ran was a reincarnated person with precise knowledge of the stock market trends for the next three months.

His hobby was market analysis and stock tracking.

But where would the initial capital come from?

Lottery.

He vividly remembered the winning numbers for the next lottery - he had played with 2 yuan and matched 5 numbers, so the memory was deep, and the jackpot had reached a staggering 2.5 billion. He could buy 100 tickets and win the highest prize.

With the capital secured and a clear understanding of the direction of most good stocks, making money wouldn't be difficult.

"But the first thing is... divorce!"

Xiao Ran's gaze was stern. In his previous life, not only was he cannibalized by his wife's family, but his wife also revealed a big secret before he breathed his last.

His son was not his own!He truly couldn't rest in peace.

"Despicable!"

Xiao Ran clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with madness.

He wanted revenge! He wanted justice!

"I won't let you all die so easily!"

Xiao Ran was an orphan who managed to get into university through his own efforts and landed a decent job. It was during this time that he met his wife, Zheng Juan, through a mutual acquaintance. She was a nurse, sweet-faced, with parents who had just retired with a modest pension and a younger brother still in college.

After dating for a while, their relationship quickly heated up. Persuaded by Zheng Juan's soft words, Xiao Ran agreed to marry into her family and became the son-in-law of the Zheng family.

Being an orphan, he didn't place much emphasis on continuing the family line but longed for the warmth of a family.

After marriage, although his wife's attitude suddenly turned cold, and his in-laws and younger brother-in-law treated him poorly, he found solace in the fact that his wife became pregnant quickly. Immersed in the happiness of having his own child, he selectively ignored these issues.

After their son was born, he worked tirelessly, taking care of the baby, changing diapers, and preparing formula milk, all by himself.

In the Zheng family, he appeared to be a son-in-law but was treated like a servant.

What was even more absurd?

He had to hand over his entire salary, with only a measly 200 yuan as pocket money each month. And what about Zheng Gang, his younger brother-in-law?

He spent lavishly while in school, and even after graduation, he couldn't hold down a job for long. He often spent money on hotels and restaurants with his girlfriend. Now Xiao Ran knew whose money Zheng Gang was using – his own!

But what made Xiao Ran angrier was the fact that the son he had raised for three years with all his love and effort was not his biological child.

He was just a pitiful and ridiculous stand-in!

"None of the wealth I accumulate in the future will you get a penny of! You'll only be able to watch as I hoard supplies, not even a crumb of bread will I give you!"

"And I will kill you in the most brutal way possible!"

Xiao Ran got out of bed, intending to put on his shoes, but suddenly froze.

He found that his thoughts were connected to an expansive space, boundless and vast.

"Is this... a different space?"

With a thought, the phone in Xiao Ran's hand disappeared abruptly, but through his mind, he could "see" clearly that the phone was within this different space.

Then, with another thought, the phone reappeared in his hand.

Xiao Ran's mouth fell open.

"Not only have I been reborn from the end of the world, but I also possess abilities!"

"Now... how much supplies can I hoard?"

Xiao Ran couldn't help but feel incredibly excited. This would solve a significant problem for his safe house: no need to allocate a large area specifically for a warehouse, and since food needed to be preserved, the temperature and humidity in the warehouse had to be strictly controlled. How much difficulty could this ability reduce in terms of design and construction?

"The emergence of this ability further proves that it wasn't just a dream."

Xiao Ran's expression hardened.

He tidied up, took what he needed, walked to the door, and suddenly swung it open.

"What time is it already? You still know how to get up?" Xiao Ran's father-in-law, Zheng Youjun, nearly threw the tea cup in his hand, glaring fiercely. "Hurry up and wash the dishes and cook!"

Xiao Ran "thought" about it. He had felt a headache this morning, so he called in sick to work, and he had already informed Zheng Juan. But as soon as he stepped out, he was treated like this by Zheng Youjun, making Xiao Ran feel as if he had returned to the moment before his death, with Zheng Youjun holding a kitchen knife, dismembering him piece by piece.

He glared at Zheng Youjun, filled with murderous intent, wishing he could slaughter the old bastard right away.

But he couldn't act impulsively.

Killing someone now would mean paying with his own life. Moreover, killing the old bastard with just one stroke would be too easy on him.

Under Xiao Ran's glare, Zheng Youjun couldn't help but feel weakened. He felt that Xiao Ran's eyes were too terrifying, as if he would take out a knife and kill him at any moment.

Immediately feeling humiliated and angry, Zheng Youjun pounded on the table: "You've gone too far! You little brat, you dare to glare at me!"

Xiao Ran walked over and slapped the old man across the face.

This slap was full of his anger, and it sent the old man crashing onto the table. Coincidentally, Xiao Ran's mother-in-law, Lin Meiying, came out carrying her grandson, and seeing this scene, she screamed repeatedly, scaring the child, who started crying loudly.

Xiao Ran used to dote on his son the most, but now all he felt was anger and disgust.

Indeed, his son didn't look like him, but he had never doubted it, thinking that his wife's genes were strong, and the son took after her. But the result... he had been wearing a bright green hat all along.

Ridiculous and pitiful!

An honest man when provoked could be very dangerous.

Xiao Ran walked over, cut a lock of the child's hair with scissors, gave a cold smile, and stormed out.

Just ten minutes later, the phone rang.

Xiao Ran answered, and immediately heard Zheng Juan's furious voice: "Xiao Ran, have you gone crazy? How dare you hit my dad?"

"Divorce," Xiao Ran replied coldly, ignoring her, and uttered just two words.