Unbearably hot weather. Acid rain. Tsunamis. Bone-shattering cold. There was no end to that nightmare.
Again and again, disasters struck one after another, taking countless lives and leaving nothing but ruin in their aftermath.
"No!"
Suzy jolted awake from another nightmare, her dark, damp eyes were wide open as tears streamed down her face. She gasped for air, breathing hard.
She scanned her surroundings and realized that instead of being trapped underground with water filling her failing lungs, she was back in her familiar bedroom again.
The tension in her body eased at once, and she collapsed back onto the bed.
She had just had another nightmare.
In the dream, she was nothing more than a supporting character in a post-apocalyptic, reverse harem novel.
Her half-sister, Wendy Kale, was a transmigrator—and the female lead of that world. Suzy's role in the story was to deliver resources to the heroine and to hand over a spatial artifact.
The female lead lived comfortably and thrived in the apocalypse, rising smoothly to the top—and Suzy had made all of that possible.
Worse still, in the dream, she had been foolish enough to set her sights on the male leads of the heroine's harem. She tried to seduce them deliberately, only to fail again and again.
No matter what she did, the male leads loved only the heroine.
In the end, driven by jealousy, Suzy attempted to frame Wendy, but once exposed, she was abandoned by the protagonist group in the wilderness.
She wandered aimlessly through the night and eventually slipped into a deep pit filled with acid.
She died on the spot.
The sensation of that sudden free fall still seemed to cling to her body, leaving her chilled to the bone.
Suzy felt that the version of herself in the dream had been a complete idiot.
Not only had she handed over the family heirloom, a spatial gold pendant left behind by her mother, but she had also even voluntarily signed a property transfer agreement, allowing her sister Wendy to take possession of a vast sum of money.
A living, breathing tool. A giant idiot.
Suzy wiped hard at her tear-soaked cheeks, collecting her thoughts as her breathing steadied.
Luckily, it had all just been a dream…
Wait—no!!!
She suddenly grabbed the phone beside her pillow and checked the main screen.
The time displayed on the screen read: November 15, 2045.
There was also a notification in the alert bar that read:
Abnormal weather conditions. Persistent high temperatures across multiple regions.
By all logic, this time of year should already have marked the start of winter, yet the air remained oppressively hot. It was the middle of the night, and the temperature was still as high as 30°C.
The air conditioner in Suzy's room hummed loudly.
She remembered this news. She remembered this date.
It was clearly three months before the apocalypse––just like in her dream!
She also remembered that the transmigrator had taken over Wendy's body three months before the apocalypse began. After obtaining the gold pendant space, she had siphoned off a massive amount of Suzy's assets and begun stockpiling supplies.
Which meant... All of that was real. And she, too... was a transmigrator now.
Unease crept into her heart.
She threw back the covers and got out of bed––she needed to confirm something.
Not even bothering to put on shoes, she stumbled into her walk-in closet and pulled open the jewelry cabinet.
On the top shelf lay an old, shiny, gold pendant.
In the dream, this pendant had been the spatial artifact. It required a blood offering to activate, though.
Without even thinking, Suzy bit down hard on her finger. Once blood welled up, she smeared it across the metal, her heartbeat drumming as she waited for anything to happen.
The pendant, however, showed no reaction.
Her heart sank. Had she gotten it wrong after all?
But she clearly remembered that this was the exact gold pendant Wendy had taken from her!
A drop of blood had activated it, revealing a paradise-like space capable of storing supplies.
Was the dream really just a dream? Or… could this space only be activated by the blood of Wendy Kale?
The thought left an extremely bitter taste in her mouth.
She possessed such a treasure, yet was unable to claim it for herself.
Tsk.
…She would rather smash it to pieces than hand it over to Wendy either way!
The instant that thought formed, a streak of white light shot into Suzy's forehead.
Her vision flickered.
When she came back to her senses, her surroundings had completely changed.
She was standing inside a small wooden cabin. The room contained only simple wooden furniture and looked exceedingly plain.
Suzy took a slow look around.
Small and crampy, yet fully equipped. There was a kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom. Beyond that, there was also a storage room.
But this place… seemed different from Wendy's space..?