Reborn Three Days Before Doomsday — I Killed My Past-Life Enemy First

The end of his past life was painted in the cruelest shades of human betrayal and ferocious zombie carnage. Xiong Chuomo had fought tooth and nail through the early days of the apocalypse, standing side by side with his trusted teammate, weathering endless zombie tides, scavenging scarce supplies from the barren wasteland, and surviving countless life-or-death battles against mutated beasts and desperate human raiders. He had shared his last bite of food, covered his teammate’s back in every deadly encounter, and even risked his own life to pull the injured man from the jaws of death time and again. Yet loyalty and camaraderie meant nothing in the lawless, cruel world of doomsday. When a horde of ravenous zombies cornered their exhausted team, his so-called teammate pushed Xiong Chuomo into the surging crowd of undead without a single hesitation, sacrificing him to buy a few seconds of escape for himself. Helpless and abandoned, Xiong Chuomo was torn apart and devoured by the relentless zombies, his blood soaking into the cracked, ash-covered earth of the wasteland as he died in agony and bitter resentment. The icy pain of being torn limb from limb and the burning hatred for that treacherous teammate lingered even through the darkness of death. To his utter shock and disbelief, Xiong Chuomo woke up again, returning to the peaceful modern world exactly three days before the global apocalypse would break out. There were no crumbling ruins, no bloodthirsty undead, no desperate struggle for survival—only the quiet ordinary days that everyone took for granted, days that would soon be reduced to nothing but ashes and chaos. This rebirth came with no supernatural system, no invincible cheat codes, no lucky buffs, and no miraculous abilities. He possessed nothing but the most terrifying and precious advantage: complete foreknowledge of every single event that would unfold once the apocalypse arrived, paired with a heart forged ruthless and cunning by a lifetime of bloody survival. He had witnessed humanity’s darkest greed and betrayal, endured the cruelty of the wasteland, and lost everything to a despicable traitor. This time, he would no longer be naive or soft-hearted. Every choice he made would be cold, calculated, and aimed at one ultimate goal: to survive, to rise, and to dominate the doomed world. With only three days left before the zombie outbreak engulfed the entire planet, Xiong Chuomo launched his frantic and meticulous preparations without a moment’s delay. He discarded all meaningless trivialities and focused solely on laying a solid foundation for his upcoming wasteland survival. He spent all his savings and liquidated every asset he owned to purchase massive quantities of survival supplies, including endless stacks of dry food, purified water, medical supplies, disinfection equipment, and daily necessities that would become priceless luxuries in the apocalypse. Next, he hoarded all kinds of practical weapons suited for close-quarters combat and zombie slaughter, rejecting flashy but impractical military armaments that were hard to conceal and maintain. To fortify his temporary safe house, he installed thick, bulletproof security doors reinforced with steel plates, sealed every window with anti-collision and anti-breakage barriers, and set up high-efficiency solar panels and energy storage systems to ensure a stable power supply when the city’s public power grid collapsed in the apocalypse. Every detail was carefully arranged to turn his ordinary residence into an impenetrable stronghold capable of resisting zombie swarms and human invaders.