I died once.
Not as a hero.
Not even as a victim worth remembering.
I died as someone… discarded.
In my past life, I was the heir of the Suri Group.
Wealth, power, influence—
I had everything.
And I had people.
My parents.
My five elder sisters.
They loved me more than anything.
But in the end…
None of that mattered.
Because I was a fool.
I trusted the wrong people.
Called them friends.
Gave them everything.
Money.
Access.
Power.
And they took more than that.
They took my fiancée.
I still remember her smile.
The way she looked at me—
as if I was the only one.
It was all a lie.
Behind my back, she laughed with them.
Planned with them.
Used me.
And I let it happen.
Worse—
they took something even more valuable.
Artifacts.
Ancient ones.
Objects that would only reveal their true worth…
when the world ended.
Because the apocalypse came.
Not suddenly.
But in phases.
First—
the heat.
The temperature rose beyond anything humanity had ever faced.
Cities turned into furnaces.
People collapsed in the streets.
Then—
the oceans rose.
A global tsunami swallowed nations.
No borders.
No escape.
After that—
the world froze.
An endless ice age.
Cold so deep it broke the mind.
And finally—
they appeared.
Animals…
No.
Monsters.
Creatures that had evolved beyond nature.
Stronger.
Faster.
Smarter.
They didn't just hunt to survive.
They hunted for pleasure.
By then—
humanity was no longer at the top.
And me?
For the first three months…
I was still useful.
Money still had value.
Connections still mattered.
They kept me alive.
Not because they cared.
But because I was convenient.
A tool.
And when that usefulness ended—
So did my place beside them.
They threw me out.
No protection.
No resources.
No allies.
Just a broken world…
and a broken man.
I survived.
Barely.
Ten years.
Ten years of running.
Hiding.
Fighting.
Watching people die.
Watching the world burn… freeze… and rot.
And in the end—
They found me again.
Not to help.
To finish it.
I remember their faces.
Smiling.
Just like before.
"…Still alive?" one of them laughed.
I couldn't even stand properly.
No strength.
No power.
Nothing.
I died there.
Cold.
Alone.
Worthless.
…
But—
When I opened my eyes again—
I wasn't dead.
I was back.
Back before everything began.
Back when the betrayal hadn't happened yet.
Back when I still had time.
Two years.
Two years before the apocalypse.
Two years before the world ended.
I slowly clenched my fist.
This time—
Everything will be different