Chapter 1 Rebirth from an Extremely Cold Apocalypse
The fire in the stove was blazing, and the firewood was crackling and popping as it burned.
Two little yellow dogs curled up on a soft cushion not far away, their furry bodies rising and falling gently with their breath, seemingly having a sweet dream.
Holding a cup of coffee, I lazily sank into the softness of the orange sofa.
The warm aroma rises gently, each sip carrying a rich, comforting warmth.
I put down my cup, looked out the window, and saw snow falling heavily in the courtyard, creating a tranquil, silvery-white world.
Subconsciously, she pulled the blanket around herself closer, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips—this moment was truly warm and peaceful.
The story begins two and a half months ago...
I opened my eyes abruptly; my pillow was soaked with cold sweat.
The numbness and tingling sensation still lingered in my body.
I took deep breaths, trying to alleviate the despair in my dream.
Good heavens, I almost got strangled to death in my dream by the Duke of Zhou.
In my dream, I was in a room where the temperature was minus seventy degrees Celsius, surrounded by thick layers of ice, and the cold was biting.
Wrapped tightly in the only quilt, huddled in the corner, barely clinging to life.
I can't remember how long it's been since I last moved. It feels like my whole body is frozen solid, and the cold is slowly eroding my body, making it feel increasingly frozen.
Finally, I heard a cracking sound, and yes, my body split open...
I sat up in bed, calmed myself down, and began to recall the entire dream.
At first, the July sky seemed to be shrouded in a gray curtain, with most parts of the country experiencing gloomy skies for more than ten consecutive days.
People are simply wondering, can the weather really be the same all over the country? A small group of netizens speculated...
"Could it be that an extreme cold apocalypse is coming?"
"Could it be that a demon child has been born?"
"Abnormal weather usually leads to plagues!"
But everyone was just joking around and didn't really take it to heart, thinking it was just a coincidence.
A dozen days later, the temperature plummeted and strong winds howled.
The heavy snow fell from the sky like goose feathers, creating a sense of oppression. The world was in chaos, and even the road was difficult to see.
Standing at the window, the apartment building across the street disappeared into the vast snow fog.
Many regions across the country have issued red alerts for heavy snow, and schools and workplaces have issued emergency notices to close for the holidays.
I was secretly delighted when I received the notification, thinking that I could finally rest for a few days and sleep for days and nights.
However, no one expected that the weather would never warm up again, and within two weeks, the temperature dropped to minus sixty degrees Celsius.
During the days when the water and electricity were cut off, I had no time to care about what the outside world was like, because I was out of food.
They could only survive by opening the window and eating the snow off the window, and they struggled to survive for about a week.
In the end, my stubborn little life couldn't hold on any longer.
Yes, I froze to death in that cold little house.
Before I die, I swear that in my next life I will never diet, and I must have a big pork knuckle and barbecue every day.
Is this a dream? How can it feel so real? It's like I experienced it all myself.
While I was still wondering, I started ordering takeout. I figured I'd at least have a pork knuckle today.
I just picked up my phone, and it showed April 29, 2025. Huh? I was suddenly stunned. How come it's only the end of April?
I attended a college classmate's wedding in May and got a drink splashed all over me by a naughty kid.
I was all sticky at the time, and we didn't even take the final bridesmaid photo. How could it be only April?
I remember very clearly that the bridesmaid dresses were sky blue, with many small white butterflies embroidered on the hem.
I quickly called my college classmate Lili, and the phone was answered after two rings.
"Chengcheng, why are you calling me so early?" She sounded like she was brushing her teeth, her voice muffled.
Without bothering with pleasantries, he cut to the chase, "Lili, what's your wedding date?"
"May 6th, huh? I just told you a few days ago, how could you forget?" she said with a hint of reproach.
I immediately followed up with, "Have you ordered your bridesmaid dress yet? What style is it?"
She felt something was off and said, "Why are you in such a hurry all of a sudden? I wanted to give you a surprise."
"Hmm... I can tell you in advance, but you have to keep it a secret from me, don't tell those girls."
As she spoke, she sent me a picture of a bridesmaid dress. Without even needing to zoom in, I was immediately shocked.
Good heavens, isn't this the bridesmaid dress I wore in my dream?
He gave her a perfunctory compliment on her bridesmaid dress and then absentmindedly hung up the phone.
The pork knuckle hadn't arrived yet, so I started randomly searching on my phone, trying to prove that my dream wasn't just a dream.
I remember dreaming about two super popular celebrities announcing their marriage.
I can't find this news online right now; I'll check again tomorrow.
I spent the day in a panic, and the next afternoon at work, before I could even check, Baidu pushed a news article to me.
Popular celebrity XX officially announces her marriage.
Click through quickly, and you'll see the brightly lit marriage certificate at a glance.
My God, my God, uncultured people can only say "my God" all they can do. How can I describe my feelings?
It's worse than being thirsty all day and then suddenly eating a can of herring.
My colleague looked at me with a complicated expression.
She said my face was deathly pale, as if I were possessed.
They're worried that I'm working too much overtime, that my body is weak, or that I'm possessed by a ghost that might have died from overwork.
I shook my head and said nothing, only knowing that the end of the world was really coming.
He rose from his workstation, his feet floating, and drifted like a ghost to the manager's office.
After I knocked, the manager let me in, and was startled by my expression. He said, "Xiao...Xiao Wang, what's wrong with you?"
"Manager, I want to resign."
With a pale face, he uttered these words lightly.
Perhaps my expression was too charming, or perhaps my tone was too touching, because the manager didn't ask any questions and agreed immediately.
They told me I could go to the finance department to collect my salary and then leave, and told me to get some rest.
I could see the grief on his face; he didn't want to lose me, his outstanding work ethic. It was a small consolation for me after three years of hard work.
I took a taxi all the way home, and once I got home, I started to think about how to survive in the extreme cold of the apocalypse.
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