​The night air outside the Miller family’s luxury apartment complex was crisp and cool, but to Lucas Vance, it felt like paradise compared to the soul-crushing cold of the apocalypse. ​He stood under the streetlamp, leaning against a concrete pillar, taking deep, deliberate breaths. His palm was still warm where the golden mark had appeared. Inside his mind, the Dimensional Sanctuary expanded like an endless void—a dark, weightless cosmos waiting to be filled.​Infinite storage. Absolute time freeze. Lucas clutched his hands into fists. This changes everything.​In his previous life, he was a powerless victim, thrown out into the blizzard like garbage. But this time, he had ninety days to turn himself into a god in a dying world. ​His phone vibrated violently in his pocket, shattering his thoughts.​The screen displayed Chloe’s name. Lucas stared at it with a cold smirk before answering and placing the phone against his ear.​"Lucas Vance! Are you insane?!" Chloe’s screaming voice

​The night descended quietly over the industrial district, but Lucas showed no signs of slowing down. Having cleared out the first batch of grain and food supplies, his next focus shifted to three crucial pillars of post-apocalyptic survival: high-grade medical supplies, independent energy systems, and defense equipment.​In the brutal environment of the Great Frost, a simple fever, an infected cut, or lack of clean heat source killed far more people than armed conflicts. Medicines would become currency more precious than diamonds, and power meant the difference between freezing to death at -60°C or surviving in comfort.​At 8:30 AM the following morning, Lucas drove a rented SUV to the city's pharmaceutical wholesale market. Rather than approaching retail pharmacies, which faced strict sales limits, he targeted major pharmaceutical logistics distributors.​Posing as an procurement representative for an international maritime security firm preparing multi-year vessel supplies, Lucas m

​The air on the 45th floor of Aegis Tower had completely transformed. Overhead, beneath the towering ceilings, Marcus and his elite defense crew had stripped away the old, decorative light fixtures to install heavy-duty structural reinforcements. Airtight steel doors, triple-pane bulletproof polycarbonate glass, and dense layers of ceramic thermal insulation sheets had been meticulously fitted, turning the luxury penthouse into an impenetrable military-grade bunker.​Lucas stood alone in the center of the expansive living room, his eyes sweeping over every meticulous detail:​Reinforced Entrance: Solid titanium alloy blast doors now guarded the private elevators and emergency stairwell. Without biometric fingerprint verification, encrypted multi-layer passcodes, and heavy mechanical deadbolts, breaching the entrance was utterly impossible.​Thermal & Environmental Defense: Beneath the clean interior drywall sat thick layers of high-grade insulation backed by half-inch high-carbon stee

​The frost on the exterior window pane of Penthouse A had thickened into an intricate, crystalline armor. Outside, the blizzard howled like a pack of starved beasts, driving ice needles against the glass at eighty miles per hour. The ambient temperature in the city had plummeted further to a horrifying -50°C. Down in the streets, abandoned cars sat buried under snowdrifts, their engines cracked open by the sheer force of the cold.​Inside, the penthouse was a warm, pristine paradise. The ambient indoor temperature sat comfortably at 22°C (72°F).​Lucas leaned back on his plush velvet sofa, wrapped in a lightweight fleece blanket, watching a pre-downloaded action movie on his 85-inch OLED television. On the marble coffee table before him rested a steaming bowl of hot beef noodle soup, freshly pulled from his Dimensional Sanctuary. The rich broth emitted a fragrant aroma of star anise, Sichuan pepper, and tender braised beef—a stark contrast to the desolate, frozen hellscape just beyond