CHAPTER TWENTY-ONEFor two merciless days, the frigid cataclysm swallowed Eldoria whole.Snow fell in blinding sheets, then thickened into a whiteout so dense that streetlights became faint ghosts ten paces away.Jagged ice boulders the size of carriages plummeted from the blackened sky, shattering rooftops, crushing cars into twisted metal pancakes, and pulping anyone unlucky enough to look up. Winds screamed through the city’s canyons like living things, driving needle-sharp flakes into every crack and crevice.Temperatures plunged so low that breath froze mid-exhalation, eyelashes iced shut, and exposed skin blistered with instant frostbite.Inside Creamcastle Heavenly Casino, the golden lights flickered and died as the power grid failed. Patrons who had laughed at Collin’s drunken bets only hours earlier now fought like animals for the last working generator.A woman in a sequined gown was trampled near the roulette wheel; her screams cut short when an ice slab punched through th

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREEMadelyn stared at Edgar as though she had misheard him.The weak light from their phones trembled across the frozen living room, illuminating his bruised face, broken nose, and eyes filled with cold impatience.“Go,” Edgar said again, voice nasal and rough. “Get the coal.”Madelyn’s lips parted in disbelief.“Are you insane?” she snapped. “Look outside! I’ll freeze to death!”Edgar’s jaw tightened.“And what about me?” he shouted back. “You want me to sit here and die instead?”“I’m your mother!”“You’re also closer to the damn door!”Madelyn recoiled as if slapped. For years, Edgar had been loud, spoiled, reckless—but never this. Never openly defiant. And never speaking to her this way.She straightened, fury momentarily overpowering fear.“You ungrateful little bastard,” she hissed. “I raised you. Fed you. Protected you. I am the elder here. You are the younger generation. You should go out there.”Edgar barked a harsh laugh that ended in a painful wheeze.“The

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVEZane sat alone in the dim warmth of his control room, the glow of multiple screens reflecting faintly in his eyes. Outside, the world was collapsing under the snowpocalypse.With a slow tap on his phone, he activated the external speaker linked to Vaughn Residence. The connection crackled briefly before Madelyn’s distant chaos filled the room like a ghostly echo carried through the storm.At the same time, Zane was scrolling through live online feeds. The news had exploded globally. Reports of the unnatural ice age dominated every platform, trending at the very top of search engines. People were panicking, speculating, recording whatever they could while they still had the chance.One livestream caught his attention.A reckless content creator stood in the heart of the blizzard, laughing nervously as he tried to document the extreme weather. His breath poured out in thick white clouds, his camera shaking violently as the wind roared around him.Zane exhaled slowly

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENCollin pushed through the crowd like a man possessed, his shoulders slamming into strangers as he forced his way forward without apology.The Central Relief Distribution Center had descended into chaos. Hundreds of people packed tightly behind barricades, shouting over one another, waving their hands, desperate for food, water, and anything that could help them survive.Government officials barked orders while armed officers struggled to maintain control, but the tension in the air was thick and ready to snap.“Form a line!”“Everyone will get something!”“No pushing!”The commands meant nothing. Fear had already taken over.Collin didn’t even try to follow orders. He cut straight toward the front, eyes locked on the stacked supplies behind the barricade.“I need supplies!” he shouted, his voice cutting through the noise. “A lot of it! You don’t understand—we need more than this!”A guard immediately stepped in front of him, blocking his path with a firm hand agai

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE[BITS Core does not have sufficient information to confirm the presence of another reborn individual.]Zane stood still as the response echoed in his mind. It wasn’t the answer he wanted—but it was enough. He didn’t need confirmation anymore.Collin’s actions had already crossed the line between coincidence and certainty.Zane’s gaze remained fixed on the screen. Out of the total funds he had amassed, only one billion dollars remained untouched after securing everything he needed for long-term survival. What remained… was power.The Bunker Item Transporter System—BITS—was no longer just a storage phone. It had evolved. Or rather, it had revealed more of itself.Teleportation.Machination.The ability to construct, modify, and materialize objects directly from conceptual input. Anything he could imagine—anything within the system’s limit—could be created.But it wasn’t free. Everything required fuel. Zane didn’t hesitate. He transferred the entire one billion into t