After the Apocalypse, I was Reborn

Pain, excruciating pain! The bone-deep agony permeated every inch of Zhang Yi's body. It wasn't a sensation; it was the harsh reality unfolding upon him. At this moment, he was being ruthlessly torn apart by the very friends and neighbors he had once trusted and helped. In this post-apocalyptic era of scarcity, they disregarded the help Zhang Yi had extended to them and wielded knives without hesitation. In his final moments, he vaguely saw his goddess, Fang Yuqing, standing at the back of the crowd, pitifully shouting, "I let him open the door; you have to leave me a piece of his ribs for soup!" It was this woman who deceived Zhang Yi into opening the door, leading to his demise. Zhang Yi stared at her, his eyes filled with hatred and regret. Blame could only be placed on his own naivety and kindness, turning him into a source of sustenance for others in this apocalypse. How he wished for a chance to start anew. Next time, he wouldn't be merciful to anyone; he would live for himself! Zhang Yi's vision darkened quickly as he lost consciousness. Yet, in the next moment, he abruptly opened his eyes and sat up from the couch. The hellish scene he had just experienced, that dreadful pain, was vivid in his memory. Gasping for breath, he soon found himself drenched in sweat.