Doomsday Hoarder: Plundering Global Resources from the Start

When sunspots tear apart the sky screen and Earth boils like a furnace, I laugh beneath the blazing sun like a madman. At the moment I was reborn, I heard the gears of fate grind into place. Memories of three years and seven days of death are still etched deep in my bones. Now, with a pocket dimension and a map for plundering, I have become the apocalypse’s one and only hoarder god. The moment the first drop of fresh water fell into my space, I knew human civilization was sliding step by step into the abyss. From Lake Baikal to the Zambezi River, from Dubai’s power station to Norway’s dams, I lurked like a giant python that had slept for a thousand years, greedily devouring what remained of the world. But resources don’t come for free. Some have their eyes on me, and some want me dead. Each crisis is like a fire, burning away my weakness and leaving behind nerves of steel and even more ruthless plans. I built a ring-shaped fortress deep in the Tanggula Mountains, like a sleeping heart beating with humanity’s last hope. But hope is never charity. It is order enforced at knifepoint. Japanese conglomerates, remnants of the United Nations forces, African militias... They came and went, leaving with scars and fear. I watched coldly, no longer showing mercy. When the world is reduced to an ocean of ice and ashes, what choice should humanity make? Kneel and beg to survive, or write new laws on the wasteland in blood? I no longer ask myself whether I’m human. I know only this: in this life, all living beings are straw dogs, and I alone am a god.