Natural disaster strikes: I hoard supplies in the apocalypse and win

The scorching sun beat down relentlessly, baking the asphalt until it shimmered. Inside her air-conditioned villa, Su Su sat bolt upright, drenched in a cold sweat. The nightmare, vivid and horrifying, replayed in her mind: Li Jingyi's sneering face, Zhang Qianrong's feigned regret, and the terrifying plunge into the flood, straight into the python's gaping maw. Her hand flew to her collarbone, a phantom ache lingering where the fangs had closed.

She took a shaky breath, forcing herself to focus on the familiar luxury of her room. Her eyes darted to the digital clock on her bedside table: 10:28 AM, May 5th. A chilling, cold smile touched her lips. It wasn't a dream. She was back. One month before the end of the world.

The comfortable silence of the villa felt almost mocking. Su Su swung her legs out of bed, her mind already racing, calculating. Five years of hell, only to be betrayed by those she trusted most. This time, things would be different. This time, she would be ready. The first step: finding an indestructible house.