There were still six months before the apocalypse. It was time to do something.
Using communication equipment he bought abroad, he edited a message and posted it on international platforms and several major countries’ commonly used social media sites. This would help spread the information while also reducing the chances of being traced, since he was casting a wide net—no one could tell which country he was from.
After posting the message, he tossed the phone into his space, made another round of purchases abroad, and then returned to the country.
Very soon, after an initial period of silence, the apocalyptic message gained traction because some of its predictions began to come true.
Cheng Feng could already find this message on major domestic platforms.
He let out a breath. He was just an ordinary person—this was all he could do.
When he was reborn, it was February. Now it was August, and the weather was unusually hot.
After drinking a mouthful of iced water, Cheng Feng sent a message to Wang Yue.
【Sister Wang, how have you been lately? I’ve seen some news recently and feel a bit worried. In my granduncle’s village, people have decided not to sell their grain this year and have made many preparations. I think what they’re doing is right. You might want to start preparing gradually as well—better safe than sorry. 】
Wang Yue replied after a while.
【Xiao Feng, I’ve been doing well, don’t worry. You must take good care of yourself. I’ve also noticed what you mentioned, and my family has started preparing too. You spent a lot of money treating your granduncle earlier—do you still have enough? Should I transfer you more?】
The “granduncle” was just an excuse Cheng Feng made up—he claimed he had found relatives from before his grandfather fled, and that his grandfather’s cousin was still alive but in poor health, so he sold his house and car to pay for treatment. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain his sudden actions.
Wang Yue didn’t really believe in apocalyptic theories—there were such rumors every year—but her parents, in-laws, and two children all believed them and had started stockpiling supplies. She couldn’t stop them.
Still, she didn’t want to argue with Cheng Feng. She knew he had been under financial and emotional stress lately and didn’t want to add to his burden.
【I still have some money, but I might need to wait until next year when I start working again to repay you and the boss. I feel a bit guilty, so I’ve prepared small gifts for both of you as an apology.】
Wang Yue replied, 【That’s not necessary. We’re not in a hurry to use the money. Just take care of yourself. You don’t need to spend money on gifts.】
【I’ve already prepared them. They’re just difficult to transport. I’ll bring them when I return to Modu next time.】
Wang Yue could only agree helplessly, though she gave him a different address.
Her family had gone a bit extreme—they believed that if zombies really appeared, their densely populated neighborhood would be unsafe, so they had moved directly to a villa in the suburbs. She didn’t want Cheng Feng going to the wrong place.
Still, thinking about how grateful and considerate Cheng Feng was, she couldn’t help but smile. She had always been good at judging people.
After finishing his chat with Wang Yue, Cheng Feng opened another contact with a profile picture of a professional photo.
There were only two brief lines of conversation from months ago:
Cheng Feng: 【Hello boss, I’m Cheng Feng, an artist from the company. Thank you very much for your help.】
Shen Mu: 【You’re welcome. You’re an employee of the company. This is what the company should do. 】
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Shen Mu never replied again. After thinking for a moment, Cheng Feng still sent him a message.
【Hello boss, I’m Cheng Feng, a former artist of the company. I hope you’ve been well. Recently, there have been many apocalyptic rumors online, and I feel a bit worried. My village has already started preparing. You might also want to make some preparations in advance, just in case.】
After sending the message, there was no reply for a long time. Cheng Feng wasn’t in a hurry. The gifts he prepared for both of them were supplies, which had to be delivered in person anyway. There were still six months before the apocalypse, so there was no rush. He only sent the message to encourage them to take things seriously and prepare early.
Meanwhile, Shen Mu, who was resting in the vice president’s lounge at Shen Group headquarters, seemed trapped in a nightmare. He was drenched in cold sweat, his face pale.
Suddenly, he woke up, breathing rapidly. His eyes were sharp—completely different from his usual gentle demeanor.
Half an hour later, Shen Mu finally realized what had happened.
He had actually been reborn from ten years into the apocalypse!
Thinking about everything he had experienced in his previous life, Shen Mu’s gaze grew colder.
If his previous ending had been caused by certain bonds, then in this life, he would personally sever those ties.
At that moment, messages in the work group began to ring continuously. Shen Mu picked up his phone and glanced at it. Aside from pinned contacts, he noticed a name he somewhat remembered.
“Cheng Feng (Artist under Wang Yue).”
Thinking about how this person had sold his house and car before, and that he had even given him 200,000 yuan, he wondered if something had happened again. Whether he would help or not, he should at least check.
Unexpectedly, what he saw was a message reminding him to prepare for the apocalypse.
He frowned slightly. Did this happen in his previous life?
Probably not. However, he did remember that in his previous life, there was a disgraced artist named Cheng Feng in the company, who seemed to be a “good friend” of Shen Ke and Jiang Yun. He had suspected something was off, but at the time, he was overwhelmed and could only ask Wang Yue to look after him.
As for Cheng Feng’s final outcome?
Shen Mu didn’t know. Before the apocalypse, he had seen him frequently around Shen Ke, but later, he never saw him again.
When did Cheng Feng terminate his contract in the previous life? He couldn’t quite remember.
After all, Cheng Feng was just one of the company’s artists—they barely interacted.
But he clearly remembered that five months before the apocalypse, he saw Cheng Feng come to the company looking for Jiang Yun. At that time, Cheng Feng seemed somewhat unstable, while Jiang Yun was gently comforting him. Even his illegitimate older brother treated him kindly.
Although it might have just been a facade, it left a deep impression on Shen Mu. Before that, he had no memory of Cheng Feng at all.
But at that time, Cheng Feng hadn’t terminated his contract yet.
So in this life, even before his rebirth, some things had already changed—including the apocalyptic rumors online.
Was this related to Cheng Feng?