It started when a bloody rain was about to fall.

Phase 4 (October 1st - October 16th): Final Preparations and Early Warning

• Early October: Complete stockpiling of all core supplies.

The base has entered a state of first-level combat readiness—all defense facilities have completed final debugging, all materials have been categorized and stored and inventoried, and all personnel have completed their assigned tasks and repeatedly practiced emergency response plans.

• Before October 10th: Secretly assemble core team members and their families at the base. There can be no more delays, no more hesitations. Everyone must be in place before the bloodshed begins.

October 15: Issue limited warnings to specific groups of people.

Extreme caution is required—saying too much could trigger widespread panic and social collapse; saying too little would fail to truly save lives.

The need for precise, personalized "hints": some people might receive an anonymous letter, some might receive a wrong number call, and some might see a seemingly plausible but ultimately misleading post online.

· October 16——

Blood rained down.

The apocalypse has begun.

The war for survival has begun.

The plan is complete.

Lin Ye looked at the densely packed timelines and to-do items on the computer screen and took a deep breath.

A heavy pressure weighed on his shoulders, like an invisible mountain.

But it was also accompanied by a boiling fighting spirit—a fighting spirit that had been suppressed for too long in the previous life, worn down by despair, powerlessness, and countless failures until only a spark remained.

At this moment, the spark is burning, spreading, and turning into a prairie fire.

Six months.

Starting from scratch with 327.5 yuan, build a force that can stand firm in a cruel apocalypse and even seize the right to speak.

This sounds like an almost fantastical, impossible task.

but--

Lin Ye is a reincarnated person who remembers countless key moments and hidden information from the future.

That information is the scarcest resource in the world, more precious than gold, weapons, or any other material.

He possesses a spatial ability with unlimited potential for growth.

It can store massive amounts of supplies, enable tactical movement, and become a trump card to turn the tide of battle at the most critical moment.

A mysterious fragment is bound to the depths of his consciousness.

The legacy hidden within that fragment might be far beyond imagination—if it could be fully activated, if it could grant him the legendary power, then…

more importantly--

Lin Ye still has an obsession that he must fulfill.

That obsession burned like a flame, consuming his internal organs day and night.

Whenever the night is still and quiet, whenever he is exhausted, whenever he wants to give up, that flame will reignite, scorching his soul and reminding him:

You're not done yet, you can't stop now.

For example, Lin Ye's hatred that burned through his internal organs.

The faces of those traitors flashed through his mind one by one:

Wang Qiang. His face, always bearing a fake smile, had a slightly chubby, round face with a pair of shrewd, calculating eyes. When he spoke, he would always pat other people's shoulders, his eyes sincere yet containing a selfishness that was hard for others to detect.

In his past life, he was the first to speak up and report Lin Ye's hiding place to the search team. All for that meager reward, and to secure a minor position within the new power.

Li Feng. His eyes were always darting away, his cheekbones were high on his thin face, and he never dared to look people in the eye when he spoke, always staring at the ground, his thin lips tightly pursed.

In his past life, when Lin Ye was surrounded and attacked, he always stood on the periphery, neither making a move nor leaving.

It just watched, like a cowardly hyena, not daring to go forward and bite, yet unwilling to give up the chance to get a share of the pie.

Zhang Zhen. The search team leader, with a grinning face, a thick beard contrasting with a grotesque scar running diagonally from his brow bone to his jaw, forever radiating greed and cruelty.

In his past life, he was the first to pounce on Lin Ye, the bullet striking his heart. His face contorted in a frenzied joy at the last moment, as if Lin Ye's death was the very meaning of his life.

And more—

Those "big shots" who rose to power and enjoyed resources by stepping on his corpse in their previous lives.

Lin Ye remembered their names, appearances, abilities, weaknesses, and how they rose to power very clearly.

Those were memories that I repeatedly chewed over, recalled, and imprinted during countless sleepless nights.

"In this life, I will find you one by one."

Lin Ye's voice was as cold as the abyss's iron, echoing softly in the quiet rented room.

There was no anger or hatred in that voice, only an extremely calm declaration of "inevitability".

It's like Death is calling roll.

It was like a verdict from fate.

Of course, Lin Ye also wanted to protect the figure of Ye Qingrou.

The sight of her falling in a pool of blood, her delicate face pale and bloodless, a few strands of black hair stuck to her smooth forehead with blood, used her last warmth... to awaken his frozen heart.

He owed her a life, an answer, and a sentence he never uttered.

These are more effective than any magic formula in driving a person to push their limits.

"Knock knock knock!"

Just then, a rude knocking sounded, interrupting Lin Ye's thoughts.

"Kobayashi! Are you there? It's time to pay this month's rent!"

The landlady's hoarse voice rang out from outside the door, accompanied by impatient banging.

The sound was like a dull knife scraping against glass—harsh, shrill, and utterly unavoidable.

"It's been two days already! You always say 'next time,' but this time it has to be submitted!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Ye took a deep breath.

He suppressed all the surging anger, hatred, and grand plans in his eyes, temporarily pushing them back to the deepest part of his heart.

That self needs to be hidden, a self belonging to the apocalypse. That self shouldn't appear in this world yet, and cannot appear.

Then Lin Ye adjusted his facial muscles.

When she opened the door, a slightly shy and apologetic smile, typical of her age, appeared on her face.

That smile, because of Lin Ye's excessively handsome face, was extremely deceptive and approachable.

With slightly downturned eyes, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, and a perfectly placed, endearing sorrow between her brows, anyone who sees her will instinctively feel a sense of goodwill and find it difficult to criticize her.

"Aunt Wang, I'm so sorry. My wages for delivering food won't be paid until this afternoon. I'll go to the bank to withdraw the money this afternoon and make sure I hand it in."

"Hurry up, I'm not being unreasonable, but you always drag your feet..."

The landlady grumbled on, her bulky body wrapped in faded floral loungewear, her hands, calloused from years of hard work, clasped at her hips, her gaze lingering on Lin Ye's face for a few seconds.

That gaze held scrutiny, displeasure, and also some kind of uncontrollable instinctive reaction—

This child is really handsome, but unfortunately, he has a bad life. He grew up in an orphanage, worked hard to earn money, and ended up living in a place like this.

Her tone softened slightly:

"...Alright, by tomorrow night at the latest, we can't delay any longer."

"Definitely, thank you Aunt Wang."

Close the door.

The sunny smile on Lin Ye's face vanished instantly.

It returned to a cold, calm state.

Then he picked up his phone and glanced at the pitiful balance in his mobile banking app:

327.5 yuan

This is all he has now, and it's also the initial stake in this game of defying fate.

I do need to go to the bank this afternoon.

But not to withdraw money to pay rent.

Instead, it opens a futures account and grants access to margin trading.

Lin Ye intended to use this 327.5 yuan as initial margin, and through high-leverage financial operations, to make his first real fortune during the sharp drop in Tianrui Technology's stock price four days later.

rent?

It is insignificant in the face of the impending storm.

But before that, Lin Ye needs to verify one last time whether the key memories are completely accurate.