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The next day, I went around the village to confirm the headcount. Once home, I quickly ordered ten drones to facilitate future supply deliveries.
I also ordered a batch of security systems and several stun guns.
In the following days, I kept organizing supplies and took some time to buy myself four new tablets. I categorized and downloaded novels, web series, and anime for entertainment after the apocalypse.
But as the heatwave approached, the weather showed no signs of change.
Could my rebirth have altered the course of the heatwave?
Though I didn’t want to see another doomsday, the thought of Ethan’s family surviving with loads of money filled me with an inexplicable rage.
But the next day, the weather changed dramatically.
It had just rained yesterday, yet the temperature suddenly skyrocketed. I checked my phone: 11:00 AM, 113°F; 11:15 AM, 118°F; 12:00 PM, 122°F… The app kept sending red alerts for the heatwave.
Netizens lamented:
“It’s so hot, and I still have to work. My fate is harsh.”
“The company has already carried out three people due to heatstroke. This year’s temperatures are insane.”
“Maybe the extreme heat apocalypse is coming, and we’ll all be roasted to death.”
My heart grew heavy. It was happening.
In my previous life, the temperature rapidly rose after the rain, reaching 140°F by the next afternoon and stayed that way. Many unprepared people died from heatstroke and dehydration.
I commented under a post about the extreme heat, saying the temperature was abnormal this year and suggested stocking up on supplies. It only attracted ridicule.
“Have you read too many novels? Do you really think there’s an apocalypse?”
“What are you hoarding in this heat? Won’t it all go bad?”
10:46 AM D
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“Craigslist will provide my food. No need for lunatics to worry.”
My comment was deleted shortly after, citing “inciting panic” as the reason.
Before I could try again, my account was gone.
I put my phone away. Words of wisdom fall on deaf ears, but I hoped my brief comment caught some attention.
“Is Alex home? I heard you came back from the city. I need a favor.”
I opened the door. It was the village chief, drenched in sweat despite the 15–minute walk from the village committee to my house.
“Several people at the village head got hurt working in the fields today. I see you have a car, could you…”
I nodded and drove the elders to the hospital. On the way, I kept warning them about the apocalypse. They were dizzy from my talk and filled the car with supplies on the way back.
Just as I got home, my phone chimed with a notification from the surveillance app. Ethan had returned with their son and Chloe.
The moment they got home, they turned on the AC and cursed the blazing sun. Their son whined for ice cream, while Ethan lay motionless on the couch. Chloe ordered takeout to stop the son’s wailing.
After eating, Ethan cuddled with Chloe, oblivious to the world–changing catastrophe awaiting them when they woke up.
