Apocalypse Reborn: The Ultimate Handbook for Spoiling My Supernatural Wife

The piercing wail of an ambulance siren shattered the silence, yanking Lin Qi from the endless nightmare. His eyes snapped open, staring up at the familiar ceiling-the faint yellow glow of the light, the sharp scent of disinfectant clinging to his damp hair and skin.

"Is this... my bedroom?"

His body jolted as he sat up, trembling hands instinctively pressing against his flat lower abdomen - the very place where, in his past life, his intestines had been cruelly torn out, leaving behind a festering wound that never fully healed. The dull ache still lingered, a phantom pain that served as a chilling reminder of the hell he'd endured.

Memories came flooding back in brutal waves: a world overrun by the undead, grotesque mutations rampaging through the streets, and the cold-blooded betrayal of Han Ding - the man he'd once naively cherished as a childhood sweetheart. His death had been agonizing, the final blow delivered by the very hands he'd trusted most.

Lin Qi's eyes reddened with rage, his chest heaving as fury consumed him.

"Did you really think I was dead, swallowed by those monsters... and that you could go on living happily with that wretched whore?"

His fist slammed against the wall, blood oozing from broken knuckles, but no physical pain could compare to the humiliation and searing hatred festering within his heart.

Only one month remained - just one more month before the apocalypse would arrive, swallowing the world in chaos.

A cold, vicious smile curled his lips, eyes gleaming like sharp blades.

"This time, I'll let no one toy with my life. No one will use me, no one will betray me."

The first thing he did was sell off his company, converting every asset into liquid funds to build a shelter and stockpile essential supplies.

Seated on the leather sofa in the spacious villa's living room, Lin Qi clutched his phone with trembling fingers. Market prices, breaking news of a strange outbreak, and reports of unexplained deaths filled the screen - society was teetering on the edge of collapse.

Time was running out.

He took a deep breath, recalling how foolishly he had trusted Han Ding in his past life - only to be stabbed in the back and abandoned to the ravenous undead.

"No. Not this time."

His jaw tightened as he glanced around the luxurious room. Though born into wealth, heir to a massive enterprise, he knew now that money and power meant nothing in the face of what was coming.

He resolved to sell everything: the company, cars, properties - to gather the funds needed to construct an impenetrable underground base stocked with food, medicine, and survival gear.

"I have to start now. A single day's delay could mean losing everything."

He began making frantic calls to suppliers, ordering canned food, clean water, medical supplies, and survival equipment in bulk. Most importantly, he kept secret the greatest weapon he now possessed - a dimensional ability discovered after his rebirth, allowing him to store countless supplies in an invisible space that defied the laws of physics.

Day by day, he poured every ounce of effort, every coin, into building a fortified refuge underground - complete with air filtration, an independent water system, medical bays, and a food stockpile capable of sustaining life for months.

Each night, as darkness blanketed his room, Lin Qi lay wide awake, haunted by memories yet driven by the determination to survive - and to seize back his fate.

He kept his abilities hidden, never once revealing them to anyone, especially not Han Ding - the fiancé chosen by their families in childhood, who had ultimately betrayed him in the cruelest way imaginable.

Lin Qi severed every tie with Han Ding, unwilling to suffer another ounce of pain at his hands.

Within his heart, he carefully nurtured plans for vengeance - against those who had harmed him, those who had abandoned him to rot amidst the apocalypse.

But first, he had to survive.

Outside, rain began to fall in a light drizzle, tapping against the windowpane like a somber reminder that time waited for no one.

Lin Qi closed his eyes, drawing strength from within as he prepared to face the apocalypse once more - this time, fighting for no one but himself.