(There is a System, but only in the early stages. Once the protagonist has secured the resources he needs, the System will disappear. There'll be a team and multiple female leads, and the protagonist will never be a bleeding heart. If he is, I'll give you my address and you can mail me a knife!)
My name is Wang Yu. I'm a... perfectly ordinary... doomsday and military enthusiast. The shadow of the Cold War in my textbooks and footage of nuclear explosions in documentaries used to be topics of conversation over meals. Then disasters that had existed only in my imagination crashed into reality in the most unexpected way.
The relentless rise in global temperatures seemed to hit an emergency stop. Overnight, the red line on thermometers plunged below freezing, then to minus thirty, minus fifty degrees. Extreme cold swallowed the cities like a tsunami. Heating pipes burst and froze into icicles, while the world outside the window turned into a silent specimen, frozen beneath the white. The last image before the TV signal cut out was a mushroom cloud rising over a once-beautiful skyline.
The fire of nuclear war failed to drive away the cold. Instead, smoke and radioactive fallout fell with the snow, covering the earth in a gray-black crust of ice. Just when I thought humanity's suffering had reached its peak, the shadows crawling out of the nuclear ruins shattered every last hope. Bodies, their skin frozen blue and purple, still stumbled forward, their throats rasping like grinding ice. A biological crisis tore open a new wound in this frozen apocalypse. Humanity, once the master of the world, had finally become a precarious link in the food chain, surrounded by extreme cold, radiation, and creations beyond anyone's control...
I stopped reading after reading Chapter 18