Chapter 2

Having washed up, I headed straight to my study, locked the door behind me, and immediately turned on my computer.

The advantage of rebirth was that I knew the exact trajectory of every single day to come. The most urgent priority was to use this one-year time gap to completely reshuffle all my financial and engineering cards.

Dense spreadsheets flashed across the screen. I highly efficiently sorted through my asset structure: the cash flow on the company’s books, several high-end luxury properties, and my core equity shares.

In my past life, this wealth was slowly cannibalized by Sarah and her brother Mark under various excuses.

This time, I absolutely would not funnel a single cent to these incredibly greedy siblings.

Just then, Sarah knocked gently on the door. "Honey, breakfast is ready. By the way, about that one million shortfall for my brother, have you thought about it?"

I pulled open the door. Looking at her face pretending to be "understanding and reasonable," I sighed, feigning an apologetic look. "Sarah, I'm so sorry. I was just about to talk to you about this. I practically went through the company accounts just now, and I’m planning to go all-in with my entire net worth on a new government-bidding project. The capital chain is completely locked down right now. Your brother is going to have to find a way to figure out his project himself."

Sarah’s smile froze for a second, a flash of irritation crossing her eyes.

But she didn't dare lash out. She could only force herself to maintain her considerate persona. "You invested everything? What project is so urgent?"

"An Extreme Climate Emergency Engineering Project," I smiled, looking at her with a casual tone. "Basically, it’s a data center coupled with cold-chain warehousing. There's more and more extreme weather lately. Doing a project like this on the side might just make us a fortune."

Hearing this, Sarah’s brow imperceptibly smoothed out. She had zero interest in dry infrastructure projects, assuming it was just my old "tech-nerd" habit acting up again.

She let out a light laugh. "Alright, whatever. More of your new tech toys. Just don't lose all our future wedding money."

Unbothered, she turned and walked toward the kitchen, continuing to immerse herself in her peaceful, comfortable days.

Meanwhile, I closed the door and began to initiate my true doomsday plan.

Relying on the technological background my company had accumulated over the years, I swiftly drafted a detailed project proposal for a "Data Center and Extreme Weather Emergency Facility," submitting it to the government planning bureau and a few large corporate partners.

Under the macro-backdrop of current global climate anomalies, this proposal not only got a green light all the way through, but was even highly praised by several leading officials at the approval meeting for being "highly forward-looking and carrying profound social responsibility."

Using this fully legitimate, official cover, I legally and seamlessly secured the usage rights to an abandoned underground space bordering a deep-water port on the outskirts of the city.

Construction machinery moved in rapidly under the cover of night.

This underground space, combining an old civil defense bunker and an abandoned logistics warehouse, was strictly retrofitted by me to a doomsday standard, structured vertically into three tiers:

The top tier consisted of modular living cabins with an independent air circulation system and a fully equipped medical bay, ensuring an absolutely safe living environment during the flood.

The middle tier was the core hub. This was modified into a massive supply warehouse, equipped with top-tier micro-grid systems, seawater desalination equipment, and emergency water and power recycling systems.

The bottom tier was the heavy machinery bay. I deliberately cleared out originally abandoned emergency tunnels, widening and reinforcing them to serve as a concealed exit leading directly to the bottom of the deep-water port.

An underground bunker was merely a defensive position. To hold the power of life and death in a water world, I needed mobile supremacy.

Using my company, under the guise of an "Oceanic Testing Platform" and "Near-shore Extreme Data Collection," I reached a secret agreement with a large private shipyard.

I spent heavily to buy and commission the emergency overhaul of several medium-sized, icebreaker-class steel-hulled ships.

More importantly, through overseas channels, I quietly pre-ordered a miniature submarine equipped with a cutting-edge life-support system.

In the future vast ocean, this would be my most covert and lethal evacuation and rescue tool.

Once the foundational framework was set, the frantic stockpiling of supplies began.

Under the name of project needs and cold-chain testing, dozens of heavy trucks drove to the warehouse every single day.

Tons of compressed dehydrated food, military MREs, prescription drugs, medical antibiotics, massive arrays of solar panels, ultra-high-capacity industrial battery packs, and countless barrels of fuel were continuously poured into the iron belly of the middle tier.

As the days passed, my subterranean leviathan quietly took shape.

Meanwhile, at home, whenever Mark threw a tantrum because he couldn’t borrow the money, I would hold a cup of tea, look at him with an incredibly mild gaze, and repeat the line: "The money is locked in the project, it's tough times for me too."

Looking at their infuriated expressions, I wanted to laugh, yet I felt a pressing sense of urgency at the same time.

It was almost time.

The apocalypse was coming!