Splash. Splash. Splash.

Rain poured heavily outside.

Aron immediately shot to his feet and ran down the stairs. In no time, he stood in front of the door, its paint chipped away and exposing the hard metal underneath.

He didn't bother knocking. From the way the man inside had acted, Aron knew there was no chance he'd willingly open up.

Inside, Kaiser sat comfortably, hugging the girl beside him as if nothing else mattered. He had long forgotten about his neighbors who had been disturbing him non-stop these past few days. Helping them wasn't even a consideration.

The girl reached into her popcorn bowl and, with a mischievous smile, fed him a piece.

"Kaiser, don't you think you could spare a little supplies for them?" she asked. "I'm sure, with you working in a super mall and your talent, you hoarded a lot of goods. Everyone saw you buying hot food in bulk, even other items. If you don't give them something, they're not going to stop until they find a way in."

Kaiser turned toward her, his expression instantly turning cold.

"Do you pity them? If so, I don't mind throwing you out there to sympathize with them as well."

The girl's expression stiffened. Seeing his cold eyes, she didn't dare say another word. She was truly afraid he might actually throw her out to the apocalypse.

Kaiser brushed her hands off his body and stood, his gaze landing on the heavy rainfall outside the window with a frigid gaze.

(I will make sure each and every one of them dies a slow and cruel death.)

He had already died once before the rain began to fall.

What no one knew was that Kaiser was a regressor. He was reliving the apocalypse again.

In his previous life, before regression, he had been a non-awakened, living in his apartment out of fear, just like everyone else in the building. His neighbors had long exhausted their food. At that time, the internet was still up, and since he worked in a super mall, he had access to discounted goods. Near-expired products could be bought cheap, and always had enough food at home, he even used to secure some for his neighbors before the disaster.

And It was that kindness that ruined him.

Just two days into the apocalypse his neighbor started crying and begging that they had ran out of food.

And out of goodness, he gave away most of his resources to those so-called neighbors. But Instead of appreciating him, those ungrateful pigs started threatening him, demanding the rest of his supplies. They believed he had plenty left.

Fearful, Kaiser locked himself inside, refusing to open his door.

Then one day, a knock came. A fragile woman with a crying baby begged for even a cup of rice so she could breastfeed her child. Out of pity, Kaiser gave her food that could only last him four days at most.

The moment he opened his door, his neighbors jumped out from hiding. The woman's face turned ruthless, like a mindless zombie. They all rushed in and tore him apart, limb by limb.

He only survived three days into the apocalypse before his death.

As if fate was mocking him, his Infinite Space Talent awakened just before he died. Filled with unwillingness and hatred, Kaiser thought that was the end.

But the next second, he opened his eyes at his desk in the mall, having fallen asleep at work.

At first, he thought it was all a bad dream. But the notification of Infinite Space remained, proving it was real. He had transmigrated two weeks before the apocalypse.

From that moment, Kaiser changed completely. With his Infinite Space, he sold everything he owned, hoarded supplies, reinforced his building, and made sure his neighbors saw him loading goods into his apartment. They mocked him, called him names. Good. He wanted them to.

On the day of the awakenings, as the supermarket manager, he looted nearly everything in the mall before the lockdown, dragging it all into his infinite storage, before he returned to his reinforced apartment.

Since then, he lived comfortably with a fine woman he'd recruited, independent, pretty, and alone in this broken world. Kaiser wasn't stupid; humans were social creatures. He didn't intend to rot in solitude. This was his second chance at a life of leisure in the apocalypse.

The curvy beauty hugged him from behind, pressing her cheek to his back.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, kissing the side of his neck.

Neither of them noticed the spilled water on the floor. Droplets slid together, creeping like living things. The puddle rippled, stretched, and shaped itself into a hand that reached for the apartment door.

Clank. Clank.

Kaiser and the girl, mid-smooch, froze at the sound.

His eyes snapped to the entrance, horror flickering across his face as the door swung open on its own.

A calm voice entered their ears.

"I come in peace."

And with that, a figure stepped inside without waiting for permission.

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Author note:

If you've read this far, then it's clear you're loving the journey just as much as I enjoy writing it.

Every scene, every twist, every chapter you read is built with time, effort, and passion. I pour that same energy and tension into each update because I want you to feel the weight of the choices, the thrill of the fights, and the despair of a dying world.

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