Scorching heat. Acid rain. Tsunamis. A cold so brutal it seemed to freeze the marrow itself.
The nightmare never ended.
One catastrophe followed another without pause, swallowing countless lives and leaving only devastation behind.
"No—!"
Suzy jerked awake with a sharp gasp.
Her tear-filled eyes flew open, dark lashes damp against flushed cheeks as she struggled to breathe. Panic still gripped her chest, her lungs burning as though they had truly been drowning moments ago.
She looked around frantically.
Instead of suffocating underground beneath rising floodwaters, she was lying in her own bedroom.
Familiar walls. Familiar ceiling.
The tension in her body loosened all at once, and she collapsed weakly back onto the bed.
Another nightmare.
No… not just a nightmare.
In that dream, she had been nothing more than a cannon-fodder side character in a post-apocalyptic reverse-harem novel.
Her half-sister, Wendy Kale, had been the heroine—a transmigrator who arrived from another world.
And Suzy?
Suzy existed solely to deliver resources to the female lead and hand over a priceless spatial artifact.
While the apocalypse destroyed civilization, Wendy flourished effortlessly, climbing to the top step by step while surrounded by powerful men.
And Suzy had been the one who made it all possible.
What made it worse was how pathetic she had been in the dream.
Obsessed with the men surrounding Wendy, she shamelessly tried to seduce them over and over again, only to humiliate herself every single time.
No matter what she did, the male leads only had eyes for Wendy.
Eventually, jealousy drove Suzy to frame her half-sister, but the truth was exposed before long. In the end, the protagonists abandoned her alone in the wilderness.
She wandered through the darkness in despair before accidentally stumbling upon a horde of mutated zombies.
It was a slow, long, agonizing death.
Even now, the terrifying sensation of being torn apart seemed carved into her bones, leaving her body ice-cold.
Dream-Suzy had truly been a total idiot.
Not only had she willingly handed over her family's heirloom—a gold bracelet containing an interdimensional storage space—but she had even signed away an enormous fortune to Wendy without resistance.
A walking ATM. A complete fool.
Suzy scrubbed the tears from her face and forced herself to calm down.
Thankfully, it had only been a dream...
Suddenly, her thoughts halted abruptly.
Wait... No. A dream?
She snatched up the phone beside her pillow and turned on the screen.
November 15th, 2045.
At the top of the screen sat a breaking weather alert:
[Warning! Abnormal climate conditions detected. Extreme temperatures continue across multiple regions.]
Suzy's hands trembled and she almost dropped her phone.
November was about to end, yet the weather was this hot? How was it even possible?!
Even in the middle of the night, the temperature outside was still hovering around 30°C. The air conditioner hummed nonstop in the background, struggling against the heat.
And like a splash of cold water, it finally dawned on her––this was no longer the regular world she had been living in. She somehow woke up in an apocalypse novel!
And she remembered... She remembered this. She remembered this exact date.
Three months before the apocalypse. Exactly like in her dream.
And according to those memories, Wendy's body had been taken over by the transmigrator three months before the world collapsed. A transmigrator who had seen the same dream and now possessed the knowledge of the plot, too.
After obtaining the spatial bracelet, Wendy had secretly drained Suzy of both money and resources while preparing for the coming disasters.
Which meant… Everything in that dream had turned to reality. And somehow, she had become a transmigrator too.
A chill crept over Suzy despite the heat.
She shoved aside the blanket and climbed out of bed. There was something she needed to confirm immediately.
Without even putting on shoes, she hurried into the walk-in closet and yanked open the lid of the jewelry box.
Resting on top of other items was an old gold bracelet, polished smooth with age. In the dream, this had been the spatial artifact.
And it required blood to activate.
As if driven by adrenaline, Suzy quickly grabbed a pair of manicure scissors and dragged them across her thumb. The moment blood welled up, she smeared it across the bracelet and stared at it anxiously, her heart pounding.
But... Nothing happened. The bracelet did not change, nor was there any reaction from it.
Her eyes widened with shock.
Had she remembered it wrong?
But this was definitely the same bracelet Wendy had taken from her in the dream. One drop of blood had awakened it, revealing a hidden paradise capable of storing endless supplies.
Could the dream truly have been nothing more than a fantasy?
Or… Did the space only respond to Wendy Kale's blood?
The thought left a bitter taste in Suzy's mouth.
Possessing such a priceless treasure only to be unable to use it herself... How ridiculous.
A mocking laugh escaped her lips. If she couldn't have it, then she would rather destroy it than let Wendy take it again.
The instant that thought crossed her mind, a streak of white light shot straight into Suzy's forehead.
Her vision blurred for a few seconds; she felt dizzy and ready to throw up.
By the time she regained her senses, everything around her had changed.
Suddenly, she was standing inside a small wooden cabin. The room was simple and sparsely furnished, filled with nothing but basic wooden furniture.
Suzy slowly looked around.
The space was compact and slightly cramped, yet complete. There was a kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom, and even a small storage room.
But this place… This still wasn't the same as Wendy's space from the dream.