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Louis sat on the edge of the bed in a body that wasn't his, in a room that wasn't his, holding a document that was a polite written version of a death. The next day he waved goodbye to his Eleven brothers before he began his journey north. He was accompanied by a group of knights and apprentices who were disposable, just like him. They had only began their journey, when a man leapt at him from the woods, holding a dagger. He had come to murder him. His older brother Benjamin had sent the order. Lambert, the captain of the knights, looked at Louis. Louis nodded. The blade came down. The assassin’s head rolled into the snow, and the camp went completely silent. "Those who want to leave," Louis said, "can go now." No one moved. "But those who stay," he continued, "need to understand something. The family sent you here because you were the ones they could afford to lose" "The sun will always rise. I don't know if we'll all live to see it. But I swear — if that day comes, I will share whatever it brings with every man standing in front of me right now." Lambert's fist slammed against his own chest as he dropped to one knee. "I will follow you to the death, my lord." Then the second man. The third. The fourth. Until forty-two knights were kneeling in the snow around a bonfire in the middle of nowhere, pledging to a lord the empire had written off before he'd even arrived. Suddenly, Louis heard a voice inside his brain. The Daily Intelligence System got activated - Warning: Knight Reed will lace your broth with Frost Scorpion poison in three minutes. Probability of death: Ninety-Nine-Point-Eight Percent. Louis thought he’d gone insane. Then Reed reached for the poison exactly as the message predicted. He realized he had a cheat code built into his brain. Every dawn, the Daily Intelligence System delivered him information no human should ever possess. Tomorrow's ambushes. Hidden mineral veins buried beneath frozen mountains. The weaknesses powerful nobles would kill to keep secret. Ancient ruins before anyone else discovers them. Even the exact moment someone planned to betray him. The Empire believed it banished Louis to a frozen wasteland. What they didn't realize is - the man in Louis body was someone else. And he had a cheat code that could help him build an empire. The next day, the system inside Louis’ head helped them find food. He pointed at a location and told his men to break the ice and lower their nets. The knights did it without believing it would work. A few were laughing quietly. Then the net rope went tight. They pulled. Silver light broke the surface — one fish, then another, then another, until twelve Northern Crystal Cod lay gasping on the ice, their scales throwing off a faint luminescence that had nothing to do with the sun. . The word went through the camp like fire through dry grass. Northern Crystal Cod — the rarest fish in the North, a creature whose bones contained a substance that could purify a knight's bloodline and raise his strength ceiling. Something that even southern nobles went entire lives without tasting. Louis told them to boil six. Share the soup equally. He picked up his own bowl and drank it alongside them. The heat hit his throat and spread immediately — through his stomach, along his blood vessels, into his bones. He closed his eyes and ran the Tidal Breathing Technique, the Calvin Family's hereditary cultivation method, letting the energy move through his meridians in long tidal cycles. Something shifted. A door he had been pushing against for weeks gave way. He transformed from a low stage to a Mid-stage Official Knight. In this world, advancement came in six stages: Apprentice Knight, Official Knight, Elite Knight, Transcendent Knight, Peak Knight, Legendary Knight. Mid-stage Official was respectable for a nineteen-year-old. He set down the bowl and opened his eyes. Two Apprentice Knights were sitting in the snow with silver light radiating from their skin — bloodlines restructuring around the energy still moving through them. One of them was crying. They had all powered up from being losers. Lambert, the captain of knights , watched his men with amazement. He had never seen anyone break through by drinking fish soup on a frozen riverbank at dawn. The next day they reached the northern province border. They were greeted by Duke Edmund, Governor-General of the Northern Border Province. He had read a report on Louis Calvin.. He read that the eighth son of Duke Calvin was usually idle, only a low-stage Official Knight by relying on family resources. A complete waste. The man who walked in did not look like a complete waste. He had arrived two days before schedule. Louis Calvin put the reclamation charter on the desk without pleasantries and asked for a map. Edmund spread the map of the Northern Border Province — vast, mostly available, red circles marking the restricted zones. The other pioneer barons were still in the south, delaying. Calvin studied the map for less than two minutes. Then he pointed to a junction in the southeast — a position that Edmund himself would have considered. "Here," Louis said. Edmund looked at the position. He looked at the young man. "Not a bad choice," he said finally. What the map did not show — what Edmund did not know — was that beneath the selected land lay geothermal springs not on any current chart, a river with fish run patterns the system had already mapped, and a Magic Marrow Mine undiscovered by anyone alive. In a world where alchemists competed fiercely for Magic Marrow as the primary ingredient in explosives, Louis had just been handed a treasury that no one had noticed was a treasury. He stamped the charter. Three hundred square kilometers of Crimson Tide Territory, officially Louis Calvin's. Louis did not celebrate. He had the knights bring in the crates. When the first crate opened, Edmund's composure shifted — just slightly. Three Northern Crystal Cod, alive, their scales catching the light. His daughter was stuck at the threshold of Elite Knight. These would change that. "A gift. From the new Baron of Crimson Tide." Then the second crate. Three more. "And these are for trade." Edmund laughed — the short genuine kind. "Cunning kid. What do you want?" "People. Soldiers. Craftsmen. Knights." One hundred and twenty soldiers. Thirty craftsmen. Ten Apprentice Knights and three Official Knights. Six fish for an army. Edmund signed the contracts, handed them over, and said one more thing as Louis was leaving. "Go to the slave market before you leave. Drifters alone won't be enough." Louis said he appreciated the advice. He was already planning to be there when it opened. The slave market was loud, cold, and smelled of animal hide and desperation. Louis walked through it at an unhurried pace, looking at hands, asking about skills. The performance was for the benefit of the traders. What he was actually doing was finding two people. The first: a thin boy pressed against a woman — his mother — trembling like something caught in a trap. Nothing about him read as valuable. No visible strength, no composure, no defiance. His name was Weir. The system had told Louis one thing about him: future Peak Knight. One day, this shaking boy would become the kind of figure that dynasties built their military credibility around. Nobody in the market had any idea. The second: a man with gray hair hanging over his face, hunched at the back of a group, deliberately making himself as unremarkable as possible. Hilco. Alchemy apprentice. Wanted by the Gold Marrow Guild. Disguised as a slave. Hoping to disappear into the frontier where guild reach was thin. Louis bought three hundred and eighty people from the first trader. Then another hundred and twenty from three others. Five hundred total. Two days later, he led a column of nearly thousand people out of the city — soldiers, craftsmen, knights, and five hundred slaves including two individuals who had no idea yet what he already knew about them. Other pioneer barons had also come to Frost Halberd City. Louis found them on his way to the slave market. Some were drunk before midday. Some sat with their heads in their hands, talking about going home. One group of four had agreed collectively that the mission was impossible and were planning to petition the emperor for reassignment. Louis passed them without stopping. None of them would have chosen the territory he had chosen. None of them had the system that showed him what the map did not. The slaves had been bracing themselves. New owners usually meant new cruelties — reduced rations, harder labour, deliberate demonstrations of who held the power. What they received instead was a large pot of hot porridge, distributed equally, with a second helping available if the first ran out. They stood in the cold and ate and did not speak much. The territory steward George muttered to himself about food supplies. Louis told him to cook more and went back to his carriage. He was not worried about supplies. The intelligence system had already shown him what the territory contained. Generosity now was investment. Every person in that column who arrived at Crimson Tide Territory having eaten well, having been treated as a person rather than livestock, was a person who would work rather than merely endure. Three days out of Frost Halberd City, the daily bulletin arrived at item three: a pack of seventy Icefield Wolves, lurking in the canyon ahead, hungry enough they had not bothered to hide their tracks. Louis passed the order to Lambert quietly: groups of five, scout the canyon perimeter, set the traps. The wolves made their move at midnight. They rose from the snow like shadows, moving in silence toward the smell of food and the warmth of fires — and were nearly on the camp when the first trap mechanism discharged, sending wooden spears into the lead wolves before they could scatter. Archers on the canyon rim. Knights driving through the gaps. The wolf pack had come to hunt a caravan and found people who had known they were coming. The Wolf King lasted longest. It stood alone on blood-stained snow, green eyes fixed on Lambert, and charged. Lambert sidestepped. The sword came down. Seventy wolves. Zero casualties. The camp ate wolf meat that night, and the soldiers who had watched Louis handle both the poisoner and the wolf pack with the same unhurried calm looked at their lord with more than just obedience. They were beginning to worship him. They arrived at Crimson tide in early morning light. It was a flat expanse of frozen earth. Louis dismounted and stood in the silence for a moment. To everyone around him this was the territory they had been sent to die in. To him, with the system's intelligence running through his head, it looked entirely different. "This place," Louis said, to no one in particular, "will become the most prosperous territory in the North." He gave the first orders before the column had fully stopped. Tents along the geothermal zone. Water source by the river. Training ground cleared immediately. Carpenters: begin felling trees. The sound of axes in wood was the first sound Crimson Tide Territory made. A few days later, on patrol, he found the geothermal vents. He had known they would be there. The system had told him. But there was a difference between knowing a thing and pressing your bare hand into frozen Northern ground and feeling warmth rising through it. He stood and looked around. Steam threaded up from several points along the low ground. The snow around each had melted in rings. The earth underneath was not just unfrozen — it was soft. A territory in the North with warm ground. A river that would bring fish. A mine that no one had found. He let out a long breath that fogged immediately in the cold air. Then he went back to work. The territory already had people in it. They had been there before Louis arrived, living in the manner of people who have long since stopped expecting anything to change. The previous managing official had left long before Louis arrived. Louis visited those people. He crouched beside a group of children near a doorway and took dry rations from his pocket. They did not reach for the food immediately. They watched him with the wariness. "Take it. Eat." They ate — quickly, the way people eat who are not sure there will be more. All of them except one small boy, who tucked his portion inside his coat and pressed his hand flat against it. "Why aren't you eating?" "I want to save it to eat with my mother." Louis stood up and looked at the settlement around him. He called for all the natives willing to work to come to the construction site. He told them they would have food and shelter. He told them he would let them survive. Most of them came. The houses went up faster than anyone expected. The design Louis specified — semi-subterranean, sunk a third below the surface to retain heat, walls of wicker and mud, roofs of grass and compacted earth — was built by people who understood that working harder was the only way to stay warm while doing it. Louis worked alongside them. He arrived at a site, picked up whatever tool was needed, dug or hauled for ten minutes, said something direct about the work, and moved to the next site. A lord who worked was a foreign concept to almost everyone in that column, and none of them could decide what to do with it except work harder themselves. The first batch of houses rose from the frozen ground in days. They looked like mounds in the earth. They were warm, windproof, and large enough to sleep a hundred people each. The children who had been sleeping in cold that could damage lungs slept warm for the first time in years. On the night the first batch of houses was complete, Louis burned slave contracts. He did it in front of everyone — the knights, the soldiers, the slaves who were not yet freed, the native settlers who had watched the construction with the careful neutrality of people not yet sure what to make of what was happening. He read names from a list that Hilco had compiled, names of the people who had worked hardest in the past weeks. Each one came forward. Each contract went into the fire. "From this day, you are free citizens of Crimson Tide Territory." The first man freed stood in front of the fire and did not move for several seconds. He was a middle-aged man whose face showed the particular weathering of someone who has done physical labor in cold conditions for a long time. He had not expected this. It was visible in every part of him. Then he knelt and pressed his forehead to the frozen ground, and when he looked up, he was crying — not quietly but completely, the way men cry when something they stopped believing in turns out to be real. He was not the only one. Louis let it happen. He did not rush it. He stood on the boulder and watched the fire and waited while the sound of people crying and then cheering and then chanting moved through the square in waves. Then he spoke again. "Every month, more contracts will burn. Every month, the people who worked hardest will become free. Loyalty and effort are the only currency this territory recognizes. It does not matter where you came from or what you were called before you arrived here. What matters is what you do from this night forward." He looked at the crowd — the slaves who were still slaves, the soldiers who had been told they were expendable, the knights who had pledged in the snow three weeks ago, the native children whose faces he could barely see at the edges of the firelight. "Crimson Tide Territory will become something. I am asking you to build it with me." The square erupted. Not the polished, synchronized applause of a southern noble court — something rawer than that. Weapons slammed against shields. Voices overlapped. Somewhere in the back of the crowd, children started running in circles, not because they understood everything that had been said but because the energy of the adults had reached them and the only thing to do with it was move. The next day, Hilco placed the population survey on Louis's desk. Louis picked it up. The handwriting was not neat but the organization was precise. Louis knew Hilco was capable of much more. Louis had known from the moment he bought him that Hilco was an alchemy apprentice, wanted by the Gold Marrow Guild, carrying knowledge more valuable than anything he had officially declared Hilco would one day make him the emperor of the world. Instead he simply said. "Thank you for your hard work." The survey also revealed what the system had already told him: buried in the slave population was a man named Mick. The entry was unremarkable — middle-aged, malnourished, agricultural background. But the system had flagged him months earlier. Mick had an almost instinctive relationship with soil. He could feel what ground needed the way most people could not. In the right position, he was worth more to the territory than any warrior. Louis found him the next morning, digging with his head down. He announced the removal of his slave status. Appointed him Agricultural Affairs Officer. Mick stood holding the news for several seconds. He was not good with words and did not try to use any. He turned back to the field and pressed his hands deeper into the soil and worked harder than he had ever been asked to by anyone who expected him to comply. This was the third time the system had found hidden value in a discarded person — after Weir, after Hilco. The North was full of people who were not what they appeared. HILOC had come into this territory with a settled opinion of what nobles were: hypocritical, arrogant, full of fine words and empty of anything useful. His opinion revised itself all at once. This lord actually knows what he is doing. Louis had brought Hilco to the smoking shed because he was the only other person in the territory who could read, which meant every document that needed reading had passed through Hilco's hands for three weeks straight, which meant his dark circles had reached a depth that was beginning to concern the people around him. This was the closest thing to a day off that the territory's workload permitted. Louis tore off a piece of smoked fish and held it out. Hilco took it, chewed, and said: "It tastes better than I imagined." "That's Sally's work," Louis said. He pointed to the racks. The fish had come out firm, dark, and preserved — exactly what a territory at the edge of a long winter needed in its stores. Hilco had been present when Louis first proposed the idea. He had thought, privately, that using hot spring steam to smoke fish was the kind of scheme that sounded plausible until you actually tried it, and then you had a smoking shed and no smoked fish and a lord with a new idea. He had not said this out loud. He took another piece. Louis watched the racks and said nothing. For a few minutes the only sound was the last light going out of the sky and the faint hiss of steam from the springs somewhere nearby, and the two of them stood there in the cold eating preserved fish that should not have existed in a territory that should not have survived its first month, and neither of them mentioned either of those things. Spring came to Crimson Tide Territory ahead of every surrounding territory, and the reason was Louis. He had ordered hot spring water channeled into irrigation ditches three weeks before the natural thaw would have allowed planting. The farmers who had worked the North their entire lives had never seen frozen ground behave the way this ground behaved — soft, warm, responsive. They touched it and did not recognize it as the same earth they had been staring at all winter. Rye went in first. Potatoes. Turnips. When the fish came, they came in a dark surge that made the surface of the water look solid. The nets went heavy before the fishermen could finish throwing them. The boats tilted. When everything was hauled and counted, three thousand fish lay on the dock. The fish that could not be eaten fresh were smoked using geothermal steam — a method Louis had introduced and a woman named Sally had perfected. The smoked fish came out firm, dark, preserved. Winter food prepared in spring. The territory was learning to take care of itself. Weeks earlier, the daily intelligence had flagged something that required immediate action. Mixed into the stock of a seed merchant named Jack — who would arrive at Frost Halberd City four days from then — were twelve seeds for the Frostblood Redberry. A magical fruit that could enhance a knight's battle energy and promote bloodline cultivation. The most strategically valuable agricultural product possible in the North. Jack did not know he had them. Four days was not enough time for Louis to get there himself. 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Poisoned. Then the tribe turned on the ruling family. The chieftain's sons were executed first. Then his wife. Then the lesser family members, one by one, in the days that followed. Their heads were hung on stone pillars at the tribe's center — a statement, a warning, a declaration that the old order was finished. The youngest daughter, Sif, survived because her brother Sigel had bought her the minutes she needed. He had gripped her shoulders in the chaos and said one thing, his voice urgent and his eyes completely clear: "Run south. Never come back. Never think about revenge." She had shaken her head. He had struck her horse in the flank. And then he had turned to face the men coming for them. Sigel was a Blood Boiling Berserker. The technique his bloodline carried was the most extreme in the tribe — the ability to burn his own life force as fuel, to trade years of living for seconds of invincible power. His eyes went red. The totems on his body lit up. 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The tribe's internal collapse was complex, and her survival carried some risk of future complication. He could let the bear find her. It would have nothing to do with him. He considered this for exactly the amount of time it deserved, which was not very long. She had already fled far south of the tribe's territory. The risk of saving her was low. She was the last surviving member of her ruling family. And she had watched her brother burn his own life force to buy her an escape. He was not going to leave her in the snow. The cave held twenty-three cubs. Their parents were the pack from the canyon ambush three weeks ago. Most were huddled together in the back, frightened but not yet desperate enough to attack. Louis's hunters had brought soothing herbs embedded in meat. The cubs ate, went docile, and were wrapped in animal skins and carried out before they fully understood what had happened. One did not huddle. One stood separate from the others — longer in the leg, a quality in its stillness that was not fear. Watching the humans with eyes that were fully alert even through the sedative-dusted meat. The beast-tamer Egger said one sentence: "That's wolf king material." Louis named it Cold Fang. Then he turned the hunting party south to find Sif. They found her exactly where the system said she would be. Short white hair. Skin of the Cold Moon Tribe, the patterned belt at her waist confirming it before anyone said the words aloud. A Cold Moon Tribe girl, collapsed in the wilderness, starved, hypothermic, alone. The Cold Moon Tribe had raided the Northern Border Province repeatedly for years. The Governor-General hated them. Every soldier in the North had a reason to leave this girl in the snow. Louis said: "Take her back for treatment." Nobody argued. They had stopped second-guessing him around the time of the three-thousand-fish catch. 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He was staring at a section of the territory map near the agricultural plots and saying, seemingly to himself: "If only someone in this territory knew how to mix acidic soil." Hilco wrote a number in a ledger column. A few minutes later: "It would solve everything, really. The acidic soil." Hilco turned a page. Twenty minutes later, the fifth time: "If only we had someone who could do it." Hilco put down the pen and pressed his fingers against his temples and considered his options. He had not, in the two months since arriving in Crimson Tide Territory, told anyone about his alchemy training. Even when Louis had given him administrative work, he had attributed his literacy to church school — a lie obvious enough that he had immediately wanted to take it back, but Louis had accepted it without comment. He had started to think, in recent weeks, that he might actually stay. That Louis was not the kind of lord who would hand him back to the Gold Marrow Guild if the price was right. None of which explained why Louis kept repeating the phrase about acidic soil with the patience of someone who had already decided how this conversation ended. "I know a little," Hilco said carefully. "From the church school." The moment it came out of his mouth he knew it was absurd. Church schools did not teach acidic soil preparation. This was an intermediate-level alchemical technique. Louis looked at him with the expression of a man who had been waiting patiently for a door to open and was not going to comment on how long it had taken. "Could you help me prepare some?" The fire crackled. The silence stretched. Hilco let out a long breath. "Fine. One day off per week." "Deal." The list Hilco wrote out covered standard formulation for high-quality acidic soil. Most items were obtainable from the Frost Halberd City market. One item was not. Magic Marrow. Louis looked at the word on the list and then at Hilco. Hilco spread his hands. 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They were simply there, occupying the space between Louis and the Magic Marrow Mine. A Frost Giant's skin was as hard as packed ice. Ordinary swords did not penetrate it cleanly. They could draw cold energy from the air and project it as freezing storms — weather generated by intention, capable of slowing an army or killing a man through exposure in minutes. They were twelve feet of something that had never developed the habit of being afraid. Over the past month, Louis's scouts had been watching them. The system had been feeding him their patterns, their timing, their movement routes, the gaps in their awareness, the exact temperatures at which their ice-skin became marginally more brittle. He knew which formations worked against them. He knew their attack cycles. He knew the joint weaknesses and the specific positions from which a knight's Battle Qi-charged blade could penetrate the ice-armor cleanly. He had enough. He also did not have a choice. 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The question was always: how far ahead had he already thought. "Understood, my lord." They rode out before first light. Sixty knights. The complete military strength of the Crimson Tide Territory, every man on horseback, every sword sharpened the previous night. Louis had said nothing to the territory's residents about where they were going. He had told Hilco to keep working on the materials list and expect a delivery within the week. He had told the fisheries officer to continue the morning run. He had arranged everything as if the day were ordinary. He had not told anyone that if this went wrong, Crimson Tide Territory would have no military force left. He knew the risks. He needed the mine. So he was going to take it. Lambert rode at his right shoulder and said nothing. He had learned when Louis was thinking. 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"W-why?" Crimson blood seeped through her fingers. Nina Jacobs clutched her stabbed abdomen, staring in disbelief at the boyfriend who had once shared life and death with her. She had just survived a battle, her Superpower and stamina completely drained. At this moment, she had no strength to fight back. "Nina Jacobs, we've helped you far too much, The position of base leader should have been mine." A flicker of conflict crossed Liam Grant's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by cold indifference. "Renee, save me." Nina Jacobs reached out to her friend, Renee Strong. Renee Strong was an Advanced Healer. If she used her Superpower to treat the wound, it would heal in no time. But Renee Strong walked over to Liam Grant instead. "Liam, should I save her or not?" Liam Grant wrapped his arm around Renee Strong's waist as she looked at Nina Jacobs with a mocking gaze. "We've put up with her for long enough. It's time to end this." Liam Grant replied. "So you two really are together." Nina Jacobs looked at the other four people in the room. It was the fifth year of the apocalypse. She had always considered them her companions. But as her gaze swept over them, not a single person was willing to help her. "Nina Jacobs, if we hadn't been with you through thick and thin, you would've died long ago, I was just having a little fun with a few women, and you dared to break my legs?!" "It's all thanks to Strong's kindness that my legs were healed, and to think I actually used to like you." As if savoring his successful revenge, Ivan Lawson caressed Nina Jacobs's face, then viciously shoved her away. "Nina Jacobs, my daughter didn't have to die back then, Why did you stop me from saving her? Just because she was a burden with no Superpower? You're the one who killed the only family I had left!" Shannon Renner sobbed as she hurled her accusation. "Sorry, Nina Jacobs, but the base doesn't need you anymore, What the base needs now is a qualified manager." Simon Abbott adjusted his glasses, as if trying to hide his own guilt. "Wyatt Jacobs, you think so too?" Nina Jacobs looked at Wyatt Jacobs, who stood last. They were cousins, and although they had argued along the way, she had always treated him like her own younger brother. "Whether you live or die doesn't matter to me anymore, I'm the strongest Gold Element Superpower User in the base now, With you dead, Brother Liam will give me the best resources." Wyatt Jacobs looked down on the weakened Nina Jacobs. To him, Nina Jacobs was no longer useful. "Is that so? Fine. Just fine." Nina Jacobs started to laugh. "Did you know, you've been a target for a long time? Someone tried to buy your life multiple times before, and Liam always refused. But you just went too far!" Renee Strong had expected Nina Jacobs to be terrified, but instead, her laughter grew louder and louder. As she laughed, blood continued to gush from her wound, as if eager to escape. "I'm laughing because... you still don't know me at all." Nina Jacobs called up the system interface that only she could see. "What do you mean?" Liam Grant suddenly had a bad feeling, but he dismissed it as impossible. Nina Jacobs was cautious, but she couldn't possibly be *that* cautious. To avoid unwanted attention, they had specifically chosen this spot in the wilderness, far from the base, to deal with Nina Jacobs. [Host, do you wish to destroy this Level 6 safe house? If destroyed, the safe house will initiate self-destruct mode in ten seconds.] At that moment, the system's cold, mechanical voice sounded unusually warm. "Destroy it." Nina Jacobs was glad she had never told anyone about the system. Because they had no idea that this dilapidated house they had chosen as a temporary location was, in fact, her safe house. As the mechanical countdown began, a flash of excitement lit up Nina Jacobs's eyes. 'If I'm going to die, then we'll all die together.' 'No one is getting away.' ... Pain. So much pain. 「In dorm room 701 at Dawn University.」 Renee Strong struggled against the intense pain. With a pained scream, Renee Strong finally regained consciousness. She would never forget that excruciating pain. 'But... wasn't I dead?' 'I died with Liam Grant and the others in that mysterious explosion.' She clearly remembered seeing her own limbs blown off, and the crazed laughter on Nina Jacobs's face. 'Damn it, what the hell did Nina Jacobs do?!' The phone beside her caught her attention. "I actually... came back?!" Renee Strong stared at the time on her phone in disbelief. October 30, 2212. 'Three days before the apocalypse?!' 'Right, Nina Jacobs!' Renee Strong's head snapped toward the opposite side of the dorm room. A violent shiver ran down her spine. From the top bunk opposite hers, Nina Jacobs happened to look up at her at that exact moment. "Nina Jacobs, what are you doing?" 'Could she have been reborn, too?' Renee Strong asked, her voice cautious and probing. "You're awake? I'm just watching a variety show." Nina Jacobs took off her headphones, acting as if she had just noticed Renee was awake. "Yeah, I'm... awake." Renee Strong remembered now. The cataclysm had struck suddenly during their senior year, right around graduation season. At this time, their other roommates had all gone to a job fair to look for work. But since she and Nina Jacobs had already secured jobs, they had stayed behind in the dorm. The laptop was facing away from Renee Strong, and Nina Jacobs had already put her headphones back on, no longer looking at her. Just like always. Renee Strong let out a sigh of relief. 'As I thought, she wasn't reborn.' "Nina Jacobs, without us, let's see how long you can survive this time." Renee Strong stormed out of dorm room 701. The moment the dorm room door closed, Nina Jacobs took off her silent headphones. The screen of the laptop in front of her was filled with the pages of several major online shopping sites. "The feeling's mutual." Nina Jacobs hadn't expected to be reborn either. When she heard Renee Strong cry out the names of Liam Grant and the others in her sleep, she was certain that Renee had been reborn too. Even if Renee Strong knew Liam Grant, people like Shannon Renner wouldn't show up for another two months. There was absolutely no way she could know them at this point in time. A new thought began to form in Nina Jacobs's mind. 'If Renee Strong was reborn, then what about Liam Grant and the other four?' 'Maybe all seven of them came back.' The words of Liam Grant and the others before she died still echoed in her mind. What they didn't know was that she had a system. The only reason Liam Grant became one of the top Dual Element Superpower Users was because she had exchanged her system's mission rewards for him. The reason Renee Strong's Healing Element Superpower was unparalleled was because of the countless enhancement potions from the system that Nina had given her to drink. Wyatt Jacobs had been an ordinary person; it was she who helped him become a Superpower User. The others, too, had consumed countless good things from her system. And the laughable thing was the fate she had received in return. Fortunately, the system had been reborn with her this time. She would definitely get her revenge, but Nina Jacobs didn't want them to die too quickly. Besides, she had to find out who had been targeting her in her past life, and who had tried to buy her life. [System upgrade complete.] As the familiar voice sounded in her mind, Nina Jacobs realized the system seemed a little different this time. "System, activate the safe house." With two days left until the apocalypse, the first thing Nina Jacobs did upon opening the system was check if the safe house was still there. Her system's safe house was a movable sanctuary. In her past life, whenever Liam Grant and the others managed to find a temporary shelter on the run, it was actually just her secretly deploying the safe house. It was a shame she had spent most of her system experience on them. The safe house had only reached Level 6 just before she died. But to Nina Jacobs's surprise, the newly activated safe house was already at Level 3! ... Chapter 2: I Really Hope You Succeed in Teaming Up [Based on the host's actual user experience, the system has been optimized and upgraded.] The system's answer put Nina Jacobs's mind at ease. 'It seems this Level Three safe house is the compensation for the system's upgrade.' But with her rebirth, the system had also reverted to its initial state. There were no system storage slots. The system store wasn't open either. But that was fine. 'I haven't given those bastards their 'rewards' yet.' In her past life, the apocalypse didn't arrive suddenly. It started with a global acid rain that left no corner untouched. It wasn't ordinary rain, but a corrosive acid rain. This rain would last for a full seven days. The acid rain was just the beginning. She had to find out if Liam Grant had been reborn as well. At this time, Nina Jacobs and Liam Grant were still boyfriend and girlfriend. And they had a date for lunch today. Nina Jacobs arrived at the meeting spot on time, but there was no sign of Liam Grant. In her previous life, on this very day, Liam Grant had arrived more than an hour early. "As expected." Nina Jacobs sneered and feigned ignorance as she made the call. He didn't pick up at first, but he quickly called back. "Nina Jacobs, I don't think we're a good match. What do you think?" Detecting the probing tone in Liam Grant's voice, Nina Jacobs feigned anger. "Liam Grant, are you messing with me?" Liam Grant fell silent for a moment before Nina Jacobs's cold voice came through the phone: "Fine, let's break up. I also wish we'd never met, you scumbag!" "See? I told you she couldn't be like us." Renee Strong said, looking at Liam Grant, who was staring blankly at his phone. "You're right. With her reckless personality, she'd probably be on her way over with a knife to kill me by now." Liam Grant believed he knew Nina Jacobs very well. The Nina Jacobs of his past life never seemed to be afraid of anything. Despite not even having a decent Superpower, she dared to raid supply points all by herself. Even after falling into someone else's trap, she could still sleep soundly. It was all thanks to them. He had lost count of how many times he had saved her life. 'Even if I killed her, I wouldn't owe her a thing!' At this thought, the last vestiges of guilt Liam Grant had felt after his rebirth completely vanished. "I'll go contact Ivan Lawson and the others. We should get the old team back together." Without Nina Jacobs. In their past life, Ivan Lawson and Simon Abbott were top-tier Superpower Users in their respective elements. Liam Grant himself had awakened a Thunder and Fire Dual Element Superpower. Renee Strong's Healing Element Superpower could not only heal wounds in an instant but could even replenish the Superpowers of others. Even Wyatt Jacobs, who awakened last, was one of them. They were all among the best of the Superpower Users. As a Space and Speed Dual Superpower User, Nina Jacobs controlled the vast quantities of supplies they found on each run, which gave them the capital to build a base. In their eyes, those supplies were earned through their countless life-and-death battles. They were merely being stored temporarily in Nina Jacobs's space. And yet, Nina Jacobs had taken the position of base leader. 'She really got off easy!' "Don't worry, I can hardly wait. We really have Nina Jacobs to thank for sending us back." Renee couldn't hide her excitement. Getting injured was a common occurrence in the apocalypse, and Healing Element Superpower Users were incredibly rare. Not to mention she would soon become an Advanced Superpower User. 'So many powerful people will be willing to serve me!' 'Chaotic times create heroes, as they say.' 'There are still two days. I have to stock up on all the supplies I lacked in my past life!' "I'll leave the stockpiling for the next two days to you," Liam Grant said, transferring a sum of money to Renee Strong. He gazed out the window. 'Without Nina Jacobs this time, I'll definitely climb even higher!' Meanwhile, Nina Jacobs had already bought and ordered quite a few things from around the shopping mall. She planned to return to the old house in the suburbs of City D and use it as her base of operations. The area was sparsely populated, making it perfect for doing things that needed to be kept under wraps. The old house had belonged to Nina Jacobs's maternal grandmother. After her grandmother passed away, the house was left to Nina's mother, Vera Coleman. A few years ago, Vera Coleman remarried a nouveau riche man, and mother and daughter had grown distant since then. However, Vera would still transfer living expenses and tuition fees into her account every month without fail. Thinking of her mother, Vera Coleman, and her stepfather, Daniel Hale, and his family, left Nina Jacobs with complicated feelings. In her past life, when the acid rain began, Vera had urged Daniel Hale to drive to the school to pick her up. The two of them unexpectedly got into a car crash together on the way. Thinking of this, Nina Jacobs sent a message to Vera Coleman, telling her that she had already returned to the old house. In her previous life, Drakonia's military was stationed in City D, and they quickly established the initial shelters. And those shelters were built near the old house in the suburbs of City D. When Nina Jacobs arrived, a pile of packages of all sizes was already sitting at the entrance to the old house. These were all same-day delivery supplies she had ordered before Renee Strong woke up. Public safety in Drakonia was excellent, so even if the packages were piled up at the door, no one would take them. No one in the deserted alley paid her any mind. After moving everything into the courtyard, Nina Jacobs went online and ordered another batch of daily necessities for next-day delivery, as well as waterproof jackets and pants, among other things. "This still isn't enough." Nina Jacobs knew that once the apocalypse began, the system would start issuing tasks. Only by completing the initial "zero-dollar purchase" tasks would she be rewarded with system storage slots. The more "zero-dollar purchase" tasks she completed, the more storage slots she could unlock. The system's storage slots were equivalent to a personal pocket dimension. In her past life, Nina Jacobs had always lied, claiming she had awakened a Space Superpower, when in reality, the first Superpower she awakened was the Speed Element Superpower. 'The more storage slots, the better. The same goes for supplies.' Nina Jacobs took out a pile of bank cards and credit cards. She had just gotten all of these from several nearby banks while she was waiting for Liam Grant. In addition to the credit cards, she had also taken out several loans. The process went so smoothly because she used the old house as collateral. Among them was a high-limit card that Daniel Hale had given her before. Nina Jacobs checked the balance. To her surprise, it had 2,000,000 in it. "It's true what they say: poor people have a stack of cards, while rich people only need one." Nina Jacobs couldn't help but sigh. Her stack of credit cards and loans combined only amounted to a little over one million. "Might as well use it." With over three million in hand, Nina Jacobs headed straight for a car dealership. "This one. I want it now." Nina Jacobs pointed to a silver SUV. This type of vehicle was durable and sturdy. Without a car, it would be impossible to get anywhere. Most importantly, this SUV was made with acid and alkali-resistant materials, which could withstand the acid rain well. Although she had the safe house, she couldn't complete system tasks by just hiding inside it. In her past life, she had to accommodate her teammates and missed out on many task rewards. Fortunately, she was still in time for it all this time around. Just then, Nina Jacobs received a call from Wyatt Jacobs. His tone was probing. "Nina, what's wrong? You don't sound like yourself." Before Wyatt Jacobs dropped his disguise, he had always maintained an innocent and harmless image. It had to be said, this persona made it very easy to win people's trust. Nina Jacobs sighed and said, "I got my heart broken." "Heartbroken? You mean Liam Grant...?" "You know Liam Grant?" Nina Jacobs was certain she had never mentioned Liam Grant's name to Wyatt Jacobs. Wyatt Jacobs was reborn, too. "You mentioned him to me once. Uh, Nina, I won't be coming over for the next couple of days. I have to go." Wyatt Jacobs hurriedly hung up the phone. In her previous life, Wyatt Jacobs had come to City D on this very night to seek refuge with Nina Jacobs. "I really hope you all succeed in teaming up." Nina Jacobs said, looking at the disconnected call. Wyatt Jacobs wouldn't awaken his Superpower right away. Given his selfish, risk-averse nature, he would definitely choose to cling to Liam Grant right now. 'Too bad for him. This time, that Superpower of his is never going to awaken.' ... Chapter 3: 10-Square-Meter Storage Compartment The salesman enthusiastically helped Nina Jacobs set up an installment plan. This took Nina by surprise, as she had already applied for several loans in a short amount of time. 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It was precisely because of this that she came up with the idea of establishing a base. 'I wonder if that organization is the "someone" Renee Strong mentioned was watching me.' 'Either way, I need to be more cautious in this life.' As for stockpiling, Nina's next goal was to focus on hoarding prepared meals. Her system's storage slot had another important function: food placed inside would never rot or spoil. Even if freshly cooked food was put in for a year, it would still be hot when taken out. The nights in City D were still bustling and vibrant. Nina went to several different restaurants and ordered takeout of all her favorite dishes. In her past life, she never had to worry about food or drink, but she never again got to enjoy the simple pleasure of a hot, freshly made meal. Nina went to a street food stall by herself and picked an inconspicuous corner to sit down. The moment the sizzling lamb and beef skewers were placed in front of her, Nina finally felt her heart begin to settle. "Boss, I'll take these too. To go, please." The thought that she might never eat something so delicious again prompted Nina to use a group-buy app to order five twelve-person family meals, all to-go. "You got it! I'll have that right out for you." The owner was bustling about happily; he never expected such a young woman to be such a big spender. Nina continued to eat while she waited. She pulled out her phone again and ordered more food and drinks from other nearby places through the app, planning to pick them up on her way out. "Nina Jacobs. Long time no see." An abrupt voice sounded from behind her, and Nina's fingers froze, but only for an instant. She turned around, her eyes filled with confusion. "Do I know you?" The person behind her was Ivan Lawson. In her past life, Ivan Lawson's family had abandoned him to lure away zombies. Nina had been passing by and saved his life. She had thought he would be eternally grateful, but she never imagined that he, too, would turn on her. "Looks like what Liam Grant said was true." Ivan Lawson walked over and sat down opposite Nina, making himself comfortable. "You know Liam Grant too?" Nina feigned shock. In her last life, right after the base was established, Ivan Lawson had used his position to force himself on two women, even accidentally killing one of them. She had his legs broken for it. He must have started hating her then. "Of course I know him. I also know he's already moved on with someone else. Why don't you come with me instead? I promise you won't regret it." When Nina didn't say anything, Ivan Lawson continued, "Something big is going to happen in the next couple of days. Nina, I can protect you." When Liam Grant and Renee Strong had found him, he'd learned that Nina Jacobs hadn't come back with them. 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"Nina Jacobs, I'm not some kind of liar. Come with me, and you'll see." Before Renee Strong could react, Ivan Lawson tried to grab Nina Jacobs again. However, an unfamiliar figure stepped in front of him. Nina Jacobs also looked over in surprise. "Leo Hale?" Leo Hale was the eldest son of Daniel Hale and his ex-wife. In her past life, it was from him that she had learned of the deaths of her mother, Vera Coleman, and Daniel Hale. But back then, Leo Hale had hated Nina Jacobs to the core. Furthermore, Nina Jacobs's group hadn't stayed long in the shelter, and she had never seen him again after that. "Is that any way to treat a woman? Even scum like us wouldn't be as shameless as you." Leo Hale had never been fond of Nina Jacobs. But he just so happened to run into the situation today. Vera Coleman treated him well. For her sake, he couldn't just stand by and watch Nina Jacobs get bullied. Leo Hale was your typical good-for-nothing rich kid, so he was never short on hangers-on. Seeing that they were surrounded, Renee Strong had no choice but to grab Ivan Lawson and apologize. 'Their top priority is to hoard supplies.' "Forget it. You can go. Just don't bother me again." Nina Jacobs had already seen the ruthlessness in Ivan Lawson's eyes. 'I've killed in the apocalypse, and so has he. Even with all the guys Leo Hale brought, they wouldn't necessarily be a match for him.' "You're just letting them go like that? Without teaching them a lesson?" Leo Hale had a gut feeling that Nina Jacobs was a lost cause. 'No matter what trouble she gets into, I can find people to sort it out for her.' "You can't beat him." Nina Jacobs glanced at Leo Hale, preparing to leave. Leo Hale had been drinking, and he was a size 2XL. 'Letting him fight my battles for me would clearly be unwise.' Although Leo Hale was deeply annoyed, he still called out to her, "You should go see Miss Coleman. Lately, she's been..." "What's been going on with her lately?" Nina Jacobs could tell there was something strange about Leo Hale's tone. Because she had grown up with her grandmother, her relationship with her mother, Vera Coleman, had always been distant. But if possible, she still hoped her mother would stay alive. It would also be a way to honor her grandmother's dying wish. She had already planned to visit Daniel Hale's house before the acid rain started. "It's... nothing major. You'll know when you see her." Leo Hale rubbed his nose. 'I don't know why,' he thought, 'but even though I'm three years older than Nina Jacobs, I always lose my nerve around her.' "Got it. I'll go tomorrow." Nina Jacobs turned to pay, then grabbed several large bags of food and prepared to leave. However, she still didn't forget to give him a reminder. "You should probably head home early these next couple of days, too." "Huh?" Leo Hale froze. 'Did Nina Jacobs just talk to me on her own initiative?' "Hale, who was that chick? She's not bad looking." Isaiah Sullivan sidled up to him. 'You can tell just by looking that Nina Jacobs isn't like us.' It was the first time he'd ever seen the devil-may-care Leo Hale get one-upped by someone. And by a young woman, no less. "Get lost. That's my sister." Leo Hale watched Nina Jacobs's retreating figure, his eyes filled with confusion. 'She carried away several large bags so easily, with just one hand. Has she always been this strong?' Nina Jacobs walked two blocks before entering the underground parking garage. The SUV had tinted windows. Only after rolling them all up did she place the packed-up barbecue into her system's storage space. [Fresh food detected. "Doomsday Gourmet" title unlocked. Reward: 1 dedicated food storage slot!] 'Doomsday Gourmet?' Both surprised and delighted, Nina Jacobs opened the food storage space and put the five barbecue combos she had just packed up inside. Rows of neatly divided slots appeared before her. The bags of food were sorted automatically, allowing Nina Jacobs to clearly see what she owned, like a digital menu. Even the drinks from the combos were placed in a separate beverage slot. "System, don't I get Experience Points for completing these tasks?" Nina Jacobs asked silently in her mind. [Initial tasks only yield functional rewards. Experience Points must be accumulated by killing zombies and obtaining Crystal Cores.] 'Just like in my last life.' Nina Jacobs understood completely after hearing this. Her phone buzzed continuously with notifications for the pickup orders she had just placed. That night, Nina Jacobs drove through every street and alley in City D, only returning to the old house in the wee hours of the morning. All the food she picked up along the way went straight into her storage space. Including the takeout that had just been delivered, she now had over seven hundred portions in storage. Nina Jacobs then took out some frozen buns and dumplings from the freezer and started steaming and boiling them. 'After all, cooking in the apocalypse is incredibly inconvenient.' 'The more food, the better.' Taking advantage of the time, Nina Jacobs had the system bring out her safe house. A Level 1 safe house was a thatched hut. A Level 2 was a wooden house. And this small, red-brick house before her was her Level 3 safe house. To fit inside the living room, the safe house was currently only the size of a small newsstand. Nina Jacobs opened the wooden door and stepped inside. Information about the safe house appeared before her. [Name: Level 3 Safe House (Upgradeable) Defensive Power: 30 Attack Power: None Effective Range: 3 kilometers Description: The Level 3 safe house can withstand normal attacks from 200 monsters. It can conceal the user's biological signature for 3 hours. Its size and appearance (3 options) can be changed at will.] "A defensive power of 30 isn't much, but it's enough." Nina Jacobs was very relieved. Within a 3-kilometer radius, she could make the safe house appear anywhere. And for the three hours she was hiding inside, zombies wouldn't be able to smell her. In her past life, she had relied on this very safe house to help Liam Grant and the others escape danger time and time again. Whenever she ate, drank, and slept soundly inside the safe house, the others were like frightened birds, not only having to take turns on watch but also not daring to make the slightest sound. Because she couldn't explain the existence of the safe house, Nina Jacobs simply didn't. Looking back, Liam Grant would always praise the others in front of her but never once mentioned any of her contributions. Sometimes, they wouldn't even include her when discussing important matters. 'Back then, I thought it was a sign of trust. Turns out I was just being naive.' The next day, Nina Jacobs made a point to wake up early. She planned to visit several morning markets in City D to stock up on more breakfast food. Especially steamed buns, mantou, and various types of flatbreads. Frozen buns couldn't compare to handmade ones. The thought that the apocalypse might last a lifetime made Nina Jacobs feel like she had far too little time to hoard supplies. To improve her efficiency, Nina Jacobs went straight to a breakfast shop and, claiming to be purchasing for a large factory, bought out their entire day's production. "I need 1,000 buns made by tomorrow morning. Here's the full payment. I'll pick them up tomorrow morning." Nina Jacobs paid 10,000 yuan directly and added that she would buy any extras at a high price. She found over ten such breakfast shops in different areas of City D. Then, she did the same thing with several restaurants and fast-food places, contracting them all for a full day. 'In the apocalypse, you can neglect anything but your stomach.'