Reborn Before the Extreme Cold Apocalypse

Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes, finding himself in an endless darkness accompanied by a loud ringing in his ears. After a moment of blur, he finally saw everything clearly, unbelievably discovering that his hands had no scars or calluses. Before he could fully comprehend the situation, a force patted his right shoulder, and he turned to see the face he despised – Hong Minghu, his uncle. Lin Minghu's mouth was moving, seemingly saying something, but Lin Xuan shook his head vigorously, gradually fading out the ringing noise. At this moment, Lin Minghu angrily said, "Everyone is waiting for you!" Lin Xuan surveyed the surroundings, realizing he was in a meeting room surrounded by familiar faces. He checked the date on his wristwatch – July 10, 2223. Lin Xuan couldn't believe it; had he been reborn? After over four years in the apocalypse, had he returned to the beginning? Lin Minghu's urging interrupted his thoughts. Lin Xuan coldly swept his eyes over the people present. Today was the day for the board to vote on the executive director position. With his parents' recent accidental death, Lin Xuan naturally inherited 35% of Lin Industries' shares. Although he held the largest stake, there were still some formalities to becoming the leader. He cleared his throat and said slowly, "Uncles, I haven't mentally prepared myself yet, so for now, let my uncle, Lin Minghu, assume the role of executive director." These words caused a commotion in the room. Lin Xuan seemed to be willingly giving up power, surprising Lin Minghu. After his previous plan failed, he thought he had lost any chance of control over the company. Lin Minghu quickly concealed his smile, pretending to be sad. "My brother and sister-in-law just passed away not long ago. Lin Xuan hasn't adjusted his mood yet, so please understand." The shareholders nodded in understanding, and Lin Minghu began his speech, expressing his determination. Lin Xuan couldn't stand his uncle's hypocritical face, leaving the meeting room and returning to his office. Standing by the window, he overlooked the bustling streets, feeling a deep sense of sentimentality. The lively scene would come to an end in three months; the apocalypse would arrive in October, turning the city into a dead silence. After experiencing four years of the apocalypse, Lin Xuan's mindset underwent a drastic change. If it were four years ago, facing the enemy who killed his parents, he would have rushed forward without hesitation. Now, he could control himself calmly. Revenge was necessary, but now was not the time. The murderer was Lin Minghu, a truth Lin Xuan learned only in the last apocalypse. Lin Xuan sighed and walked to his desk, pressing the call button. "Bring me a chilled cola," he requested. The secretary sweetly replied, "Certainly, Chairman Lin." Soon after, a frost-covered cola was placed on his desk. Lin Xuan locked the office door, opened the cola, and took a sip. The refreshing feeling combined with the unique carbonated texture made him feel relaxed. "So enjoyable; I haven't tasted this in four years." He reminisced about the last apocalypse when cola transformed from a common beverage to a luxury. He never had the chance to drink it again, let alone chilled. After a few sips, he finished the bottle and threw it into the trash can. Looking down at the inconspicuous ring on his ring finger, he felt the state of his body. "It seems the space inside has reset to zero." This ring, passed down through generations in the Lin family, was initially seen as a somewhat tacky heirloom. However, Lin Xuan finally understood its magical properties in the apocalypse. He tried to enter the ring but failed. Slapping his forehead, he realized he forgot the most crucial step. He bit his left index finger, letting the blood drip onto the ring. The intricate patterns on the ring gradually filled with the crimson blood, emitting a dazzling light that disappeared in an instant. His consciousness entered the ring space. The ring space size and his physical abilities reset to zero, but this initial 5,000 square meters were sufficient for him. The ring space was like a confined world, with gravity present, an endless void above, and items could be piled up infinitely, though retrieving them would be troublesome. In the last apocalypse, the ring space was activated accidentally when he was injured. At that time, material scarcity meant even with a large space, it served as a hidden backpack. In addition to space, the ring had another magical ability – it could be upgraded. When upgraded, both space area and physique would increase. Last time, it took him four years to upgrade the ring to level two, mainly due to the harsh environment and difficulty in obtaining upgrade materials. He felt a connection between his rebirth and this ring. Recalling the woman and the base that he once considered a home, Lin Xuan clenched his fist. He never expected that the seemingly united base concealed darkness, and the woman he trusted the most would try to poison him. The phone's notification interrupted his thoughts. Retrieving the long-lost phone from his pocket, he unlocked it and saw a high-temperature warning. The country would experience continuous high temperatures, with some areas reaching up to 44 degrees Celsius, accompanied by strong ultraviolet radiation. In July, the initial phase of extreme heat would arrive, and he needed to prepare for the scarcity of resources before the apocalypse in October. The hardships of the last life made him determined to be prepared this time.