Countdown to Doomsday: Starting from the God-Level Warehouse

The end of capital is survival. When the doomsday system rings in my head, I'm shorting the target: the entire human civilization. My chips: tens of billions of funds and 72-hour warning. They laughed at me for being crazy, emptying out warehouses and buying out production lines in the middle of summer. Three days later, the world froze, and the former rich man knelt down, just to beg for a sip of hot soup in my safe house. Sorry, in my rules, mercy is the cheapest commodity. The end is not the end, just the opening bell of my kingdom. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.