In a frigid apocalypse, I went on a shopping spree with the reborn.

In a fit of anger, Jiang Qingyue realized that times had changed.

Before the apocalypse, such vulgar tactics would indeed have had a significant impact on her. Even if she won the lawsuit, she was still a businesswoman.

With the internet so developed now, just the various gossips and rumors circulating online can make her shop deserted.

If we have to go to court, the shop will have to close down, and we'll lose a lot of money.

But now, zero damage, okay?

After figuring it out, Jiang Qingyue ignored him completely. She didn't bother to prove herself or argue back; she simply ignored the messages without any reaction.

I picked up my phone to check on Wang Dawei, and there he had posted another video.

In his living room, a thick carpet was laid out, and the couple exercised barefoot on it.

The camera didn't intentionally focus on the supplies, but the living room was piled high with them in every nook and cranny.

There is no additional content besides this video.

Jiang Qingyue put down her phone, lost in thought.

Having been neighbors for many years, she knew Wang Dawei quite well; he wasn't a diligent person.

Now she's exercising in her neighborhood and getting a gym membership. Even in the apocalypse, she still wants to exercise at home, which makes Jiang Qingyue feel a sense of urgency.

"Following his lead is always a good idea." Jiang Qingyue reopened her phone and watched Wang Dawei's video over and over again.

She noticed that Wang Dawei's video today mainly focused on strengthening his arm muscles, so she followed along.

I only went to sleep when I felt I was nearing my limit.

The third day of the apocalypse.

When Jiang Qingyue woke up, her whole body ached. She didn't have many experiences like this before; she had only experienced this kind of soreness during military training.

With his eyes half-open, he used his hazy consciousness to gently massage his arms and thighs, loosening up the sore muscles, before getting out of bed with a yawn.

The first thing I did after washing my eyes: "Let's have a simple lean meat porridge today."

I put the small iron pot on the stove, added water, unwashed rice, a small piece of minced meat, and some salt. I put the lid on and started browsing my phone while warming myself by the fire.

Jiang Qingyue noticed that the number of people online has decreased significantly today.

Counting the time, it's been three days. In many places where the power went out on the first day, the cell phones have long since run out of battery.

In addition, some places have no internet access, and some people are too busy making a living to have time to complain online, so the internet seems deserted for a while.

After refreshing the page several times without seeing Wang Dawei's video, Jiang Qingyue put down her phone and tapped on the light screen floating in front of her.

The world chat channel is deserted. The messages were so fast a couple of days ago that I couldn't even see them, but today there are hardly any posts.

Opening the regional channel, the Quanshui City regional channel was even more deserted, with the latest message being from an hour ago.

After scrolling up for a while, I saw the short essay Ye Hongyu posted last night, which hadn't received a single reply.

"Pfft." Jiang Qingyue burst out laughing like a pig.

Ye Hongyu's little scheme failed. This guy was probably still hoping that Jiang Qingyue would beg him for mercy, or that he would run into a few accomplices who were chatting about shady things.

But what time is it now? Does Jiang Qingyue's body look as greasy as pork?

Jiang Qingyue was very disappointed that she could not find any news about Wang Dawei.

"Did I overdo it with my workout yesterday and oversleep today?"

After hesitating for a moment, and having finished two bowls of warm porridge, Jiang Qingyue checked again but still couldn't find any news about Wang Dawei. So she took a saw and an axe and put them in a small bamboo basket.

Change out of the clean clothes I was wearing and put on the dirty clothes from yesterday, which were still covered in mud but had been dried by the fire and were now warm and cozy.

Put on a thick hat to protect your bald head and ears. Put on a mask to protect your mouth and nose.

Everything was ready before we set off.

Her goal today is to cut down trees.

Ideally, we should fill the two cubic meters of space we dug out yesterday. Of course, it doesn't matter if we can't fill it completely; we can continue tomorrow.

The road was slippery, and Jiang Qingyue had to be very careful with every step she took. She looked around as she walked.

First, you can't be too close to the shelter, because if the trees around the shelter are cut down, the shelter will be exposed.

It can't be too far, because if it's too far, it will be too much trouble to move the timber back to the shelter.

The trees couldn't be too big either, since she wasn't a professional lumberjack and only had one chainsaw, which she had to use sparingly. First, she wouldn't know how to repair it if it broke, and second, the stored oil was essentially a non-renewable resource, so every bit used was a bit less.

Without a chainsaw, relying only on a handsaw and an axe, it's impossible to cut down trees that are too big.

After looking around for more than ten minutes, Jiang Qingyue stopped in a dense pine forest.

"This is it."

She was very satisfied with the location; it wasn't too far or too close, and the woods were very dense. As long as she didn't cut down entire areas, but rather felled trees here and there, it would be impossible to tell unless you were there in person.

The small trees are as thick as a bowl, while the large ones are only as thick as a thigh—perfect for any situation.

"La la la la la la, my name is Jiang Qingyue, and today I'm a lumberjack..." He hummed an off-key song as he pulled out his saw and began to work.

Ten minutes later, the first tree fell down. I took out an axe, trimmed all the side branches, and then sawed them into lengths of about thirty centimeters.

Then use an axe to split it open. The thicker part should be split into four pieces, just big enough to fit into the tin stove; the part near the top of the tree is thinner, so just split it in half.

After chopping, put the pieces into a basket and stack them one by one.

She tried lifting it, and sure enough, she'd have to carry this tree three times to get it all back to the shelter.

Jiang Qingyue was also thirsty, so she carried it back, drank some water, rested for a while, and then continued.

In the afternoon, Jiang Qingyue found a bag of processed chicken in the pile of supplies.

He put it in a small iron pot, added two more pieces of coal to the tin stove, then added water and ginger powder, and went out again with his small basket on his back.

Time always flies when you're working hard.

Before we knew it, it had gotten dark.

There was some chopped firewood in the woods, but it wasn't safe to walk at night. After thinking it over, Jiang Qingyue decided to save it for tomorrow.

"Is my chicken cooked? It should be alright by now."

I opened the pot lid, scooped out some soup with a spoon, blew on it to cool it down, tasted it, and then added some salt.

Skimming off the grease, I scooped out half a bowl of meat and half a bowl of soup, then scooped out a piece of chicken leg meat. One bite, and it was tender, juicy, and flavorful.

"It's so delicious!"

Jiang Qingyue squinted her eyes in enjoyment.

"Thank you, Wang Dawei."

If it weren't for this person, she wouldn't be able to enjoy this delicious chicken right now. No wonder everything is vacuum-packed; it's so convenient.

"Another bowl, please." Jiang Qingyue used to not like eating meat much; she preferred refreshing vegetables.

I don't know if it's because of the increased activity level or because they know the end of the world is coming, but animals are instinctively trying to store fat.

Jiang Qingyue wasn't particularly fond of vegetables, but surprisingly, she didn't find the meat greasy even without any other ingredients.

The small pot, containing three bowls of meat and soup, was devoured by her without leaving a single drop.

"That felt great."

"I didn't eat any vegetables today, so I'll take a vitamin."

A pot of chicken and a multivitamin tablet solved my dinner problem for tonight.

As usual, I took off my dirty clothes and hung them to dry.

Since the stove was just sitting idle, Jiang Qingyue couldn't bear to use the stored tap water. Instead, she set up the pot, ran outside, knocked down a few hailstones stuck together, and brought them in to put in the pot.

It started to melt in no time. After testing the temperature with her hand, she pulled out her small basin.

First, I poured water into the washbasin to wash my face. After washing my face, I soaked a towel and wiped away the sweat from my body.

After wiping, they dragged out another basin, which was for washing feet.

Pour the water from washing your face and body into the foot bath.

Only after washing his feet did he reluctantly splash the water out.

"Come on, let's see what the reborn big shot did today."

I curled up on the soft bed and finally started looking at my phone. Nothing happened. At this rate, in a few days, this phone would be practically a brick.

I opened the regional channel for Quanshui City and scrolled through it for a while, but I didn't see any news about Wang Dawei.

"It's impossible that he's still not awake yet, right?"

To be honest, Jiang Qingyue was a little flustered.

If I don't follow the lead of those who have experienced rebirth, I always feel like my sense of security is immediately halved.

Undeterred, I continued swiping upwards, but before I could swipe a few times, an announcement suddenly popped up.

"This feature is available?"

I quickly clicked to take a look and found that a new section had been added: the World Rankings.

"A ranking list?" Jiang Qingyue wondered. What were these ranking lists based on?

Clicking on it with some doubt, I found that the so-called world rankings mainly consist of three lists.

New Power Ranking, Individual Combat Power Ranking, Survival Index Ranking.

New Power Ranking:

First place: Ice Team, Captain Wang Longhua.

Second place: Hope Base, team leader Huang Yali.

Third place: Happiness Base, team leader Wang Dawei.

Fourth place: "..."

Upon seeing the "Happiness Base" and its leader, Wang Dawei, Jiang Qingyue instantly knew who it was.

Wang Dawei is an ordinary name, and there are many people with the same name. But isn't Happiness Base just their Happiness Community?

It's highly unlikely for an ordinary person to reach third place on the World's New Power Ranking on the third day of the apocalypse, let alone coincidentally share the same name as Wang Dawei.

After the initial shock, Jiang Qingyue was even more shocked: "How come only third?"

Yes, only third.

Wang Dawei, a reborn individual, started preparing more than a month in advance, but now that the New Power Ranking has been released, he is only ranked third.

Jiang Qingyue's gaze unconsciously fell on the two forces ranked first and second; these two were the real big shots.

On the third day of the apocalypse, without any preparation, they directly overwhelmed the reborn.

"Huang Yali, the captain of Hope Base, that's clearly a girl's name." Jiang Qingyue felt inexplicably excited.

My sister is awesome!

Unlike her, who cowered in this shelter like a squirrel, carefully storing food for the winter.

Continuing down, you'll find various factions, mostly existing as squads or bases, totaling one hundred factions, some domestic and some international.

"It's only the third day." Jiang Qingyue saw people forming teams yesterday, but she never expected that the post-apocalyptic landscape would be reshaped in just three days.

She didn't know what the ranking was based on—the number of people, combat strength, or food storage.

Regardless of the reason, these people reacted incredibly quickly, demonstrating an exceptionally strong sense of unity.

"Could it be that Wang Dawei has been completely out of the public eye all day, busy setting up the Happiness Base?"

"So, almost everyone in Happiness Community has joined Happiness Base?"

Jiang Qingyue estimated in her mind that there were many people, around 40,000.

If all of them join, the Happiness Base will have a terrifying number of people.

But this terrifyingly happy base is only ranked third.

Then I opened the second list: the individual combat power list.

What kind of list is this?

Jiang Qingyue was confused. She didn't have any special abilities, and everyone was just an ordinary person. How much difference could there be in their combat strength?

"Besides, we haven't even fought each other, so how did we get these statistics? Could this light screen possibly detect everyone's physical attributes and various skills for evaluation?"

After pondering to himself for a long time without reaching a conclusion, Jiang Qingyue glanced at the list.

Power Ranking:

First place: Long Jiuxing, female, 18 years old, combat power 836.

Second place: Yu You, male, 29 years old, combat power value 835.

Third place: Cheng Wangshan, male, 35 years old, combat power value 81.

Fourth place: "...Combat power value 80".

At first, Jiang Qingyue didn't pay attention, but when she saw the third place, she thought she was seeing things.

Upon closer inspection, his combat power was indeed 81. Not only was his combat power 81, but from the third place to the hundredth place, the combat power was between 79 and 81.

Many of them have the same combat power, but are ranked lower.

Jiang Qingyue didn't know how the ranking was done; she just looked at the first and second place.

"Two prodigies!"

"So it seems the ceiling for a normal person's combat power should be around eighty. What's going on with these two who have over eight hundred?"

"Did he use cheat codes, or is he a reincarnated person like Wang Dawei?"

After carefully reviewing the list again, I confirmed that Wang Dawei was not on the combat power ranking.

The list only shows the top 100, and Wang Dawei didn't even make it into the top 100.

"It seems that even those who are reborn aren't omnipotent!"

Just a thought.

Moved to the third list.

Survival Index Ranking:

First place: Wang Dawei, survival index 57.

"Only fifty-seven?" Jiang Qingyue was curious about how fifty-seven was calculated.

Second place: 53... The survival index decreases as you go further down the list.

Only the top 100 will be displayed.

Jiang Qingyue quickly scrolled to the bottom, just about to check the regional section to see if there was any new information about Wang Dawei, when suddenly an extremely familiar name caught her eye.

100th place: Jiang Qingyue, survival index 21.

Jiang Qingyue was completely stunned: "Me?"

"Is it a duplicate name?"

She looked at her tiny shelter with a blank expression. How could this make the list?

"It seems this survival index ranking isn't very reliable."

After making a complaint, Jiang Qingyue checked the regional channel of Quanshui City.

One name appears frequently in all the messages: Wang Dawei.

This guy appeared on two of the three lists, ranking third on one and first on the other.

Coupled with his previously apparent precognitive abilities, this guy became a celebrity in Spring City.

The name Wang Dawei also appears frequently on the world channel.

Everyone is discussing the three lists, as well as Wang Dawei, a celebrity whose fighting ability is average, but who ranks high on the other two lists.

In short, Wang Dawei became famous.