Chapter 1

"Damn! Why am I in a coffin?"

"Mr. Qin, damn it, didn't you say that tomb raiding is safe and that ghost stories are all lies?"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Is anyone there? Or even a kind ghost would do! Let me out, I'm freezing to death. Cough, cough, cough!"

Lin Xinghai was shivering, his teeth chattering. He felt that the coffin was made of ice, and the cold seeping through was bone-chilling.

He shouldn't have been greedy for that little bit of money, even though Mr. Qin said that any antique in this ancient tomb could sell for hundreds of thousands.

But was he the kind of person who would risk his life for a little bit of money?

If he had the chance to do it again, he would definitely...

Bring a tomb raider with him!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Lin Xinghai, feeling somewhat desperate, was knocking on the coffin wall. Although he knew it was useless, it was better than waiting to die...

Creak!

The coffin lid suddenly opened!

The light outside was a bit blinding, making it hard to see what had opened the lid, but he heard a voice, and it was like a thunderclap in his ear.

"Damn it, the freezing system hasn't even been fully deactivated, and you're in a hurry to reincarnate?"

Lin Xinghai was a bit dazed...

He saw a fully armed... soldier? in front of him.

Impossible, soldiers should be strong, tough, and reliable.

But the one in front of him looked rather rough, and the expression on his face seemed to say, "I want to hit you."

However, his attention soon shifted to the surroundings. He realized that he wasn't lying in a cold coffin but...

What is this thing? It looks so high-tech!

And in the sky, those flying things, are they drones? But why can someone stand on a drone?

Suddenly, heavy footsteps came from beside him.

He turned his head with some difficulty and saw a metallic object passing by his "coffin." This is... a miniaturized version of a Gundam?

Ouch!

The information was overwhelming, and Lin Xinghai was still dazed when a sudden, piercing pain shot through his right arm.

At some point, a needle had popped out from the high-tech metal "coffin" and was injecting a red liquid into his arm.

As the red liquid was injected, the cold sensation in his body quickly dissipated.

"Lin Xinghai, Earth Federation, Chinese Region, Linhai City, entered Shelter No. 83 in 2200 AD, and in 2210 AD, entered the cryo pod due to the near depletion of the shelter's energy."

"Cryo age: 21, genetic rating: B-level! Has good potential for development." The "soldier" read out Lin Xinghai's information from a device on his wrist, which projected a holographic screen.

"Hey! B-level genetic rating, kid, are you interested in joining our mercenary group as cannon fodder, cough, as a hero? I'm Roger, and I'll take care of you when you join." Roger said, with a warm expression on his face.

"Huh! Don't think I didn't hear what you said." Lin Xinghai subconsciously retorted, but his attention was focused on what the other person had said.

Is this my information? Apart from my name, nothing is correct.

Wait...

Did I travel through time?

Is it 200 years later now?

Lin Xinghai felt like his brain was a mess. He didn't even know how he got up, but he vaguely remembered seeing a large number of coffins, or rather, cryo pods, after he got up.

Then, he followed the mercenary named Roger onto a heavily armored troop transport.

As more people got on, the troop transport quickly filled up.

The heavy metal doors closed, and the lights inside turned on, focusing on Roger.

After sending Lin Xinghai onto the troop transport, Roger didn't leave. He was now the only mercenary inside.

"Pigs, let me introduce myself. I'm Roger. We are about to leave Shelter No. 83, and before we do, I will give you an overview of the outside world." Roger said.

"Who are you calling pigs?" Someone immediately objected, a tall, muscular man standing up and glaring at Roger.

Roger took two steps forward, drew his pistol, and tapped it against the man's face, saying disdainfully, "I'm talking to you, and everyone on this vehicle is a pig! Do you have a problem with that?"

The muscular man was both ashamed and angry, but the coldness of the gun made him keep quiet.

Roger looked around at everyone in the vehicle and said slowly, "This isn't a personal insult to you, but rather what the outside world's survivors call you, who have been in cryo sleep."

The word "apocalypse" made many people's faces change.

"Hasn't the disaster ended? Weren't you sent by the Earth Federation to rescue us?" Someone asked, their voice unsteady, showing their extreme unease.

"The Earth Federation has dissolved."

Roger's words caused a wave of shock in the vehicle, and Lin Xinghai continued to look dazed.

What is the Earth Federation?

"The disaster has ended. A year ago, the Earth's surface temperature returned to normal, and the floods receded. However, the Earth's ecosystem has completely collapsed, and more importantly, countless man-eating monsters have appeared, which we call zombies."

As Roger spoke, Lin Xinghai gradually understood the cause and effect of the apocalypse.

In 2200 AD, the Earth's population continued to grow, but resources were rapidly depleting, and social conflicts were intensifying, with friction between countries increasing.

This almost led to the outbreak of the Third World War.

Fortunately, the leaders of various countries were quite restrained. After negotiations, the "Earth Federation" was ultimately established.

To resolve the conflicts between countries and with the development of warp drive technology, they set their sights on habitable planets in other star systems.

However, this grand human migration never happened because the apocalypse broke out.

No one knew how it happened, but a sudden meteor shower reduced the Earth's population by 10%.

But this was just the beginning of the disaster. The ice at the poles melted, and seawater flooded, almost submerging all low-lying cities.

Then, endless tornadoes swept the globe, followed by a decade-long ice age.

This was the great disaster.

Such a natural disaster was almost impossible for humans to resist, so they all took refuge in underground shelters.

This was all the people in Shelter No. 83 knew.

Three days after Shelter No. 83 was sealed, an unknown creature suddenly appeared, spreading across the globe.

These monsters seemed to be made of blood and were virtually indestructible. Even if they were blown to pieces, they could quickly reassemble.

More terrifyingly, they carried a deadly virus, and any creature infected by it turned into a zombie.

That's what zombies are!

"The situation outside is like this. Of course, it's hard for you to have a direct understanding from my description, but don't worry. The journey to the Star Shield Shelter is long enough for you, the pigs, to understand what the outside world is like." Roger said, with a mocking smile on his lips.