Part 1 of Episode 2: Now that I've rid myself of that snake, I can finally focus on my preparations. I checked the time on my phone: January 15, 2026, 10:00 AM. There were exactly seven days left until the end of the world. I listed my 8-million-yuan house for sale online. By offering a 20% discount and combining the proceeds with my parents' inheritance, I had roughly 11 million. It was a drop in the bucket for building a doomsday bunker capable of withstanding -70° cold and zombie hordes, and for stockpiling supplies for generations. Next, I contacted the bank to mortgage my company shares and my house. I called private lenders and completely emptied every online loan platform and credit card I had. I was like a man possessed, a crazed gambler. By afternoon, my cash reached 16 million. Seeing that staggering amount gave me no joy; instead, a sense of urgency gripped me. Money is just scrap paper unless it's converted into supplies. I drove my SUV toward the outskirts of the city, targeting the Abundant Cold Chain Logistics Park on the western edge. It had once been the city's largest cold storage base before the owner fled with the money. It was remote, surrounded by open fields, and easily defensible. In my previous life, a black-market gang had occupied it, and it later became a major survivor base. But in this life, that place is mine.