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The world is dying—storms rage, the ground cracks, and civilization is in ruins. Survival is uncertain, but Dr. James isn’t just another desperate survivor. He has a Technology System—one that grants him blueprints, tools, and knowledge far beyond human understanding.

Stranded on an island, he builds in secret while the world tears itself apart. Rival survivors fight for power, governments scramble for control, but James?

He’s preparing for something they’d never expect.

Because survival isn’t his true goal.

And when the time comes, the world will realize too late—he was never meant to stay.

Doomday Engineer

The survivor was weak, barely able to stay on his feet, but adrenaline had kicked in. I kept a tight grip on his arm, dragging him forward as Shadow's growl deepened.

Outside, the wind howled like a starving beast. The snow had thickened, turning visibility into a white blur. But I didn't need to see to know we were being hunted.

[System Notification: Multiple Heat Signatures Detected – 150 Meters]

I glanced back at the outpost. Staying wasn't an option. The place was compromised—blood on the walls, supplies ransacked. Whatever had attacked him might still be nearby.

"Can you run?" I asked, voice low.

The man gritted his teeth. "I'll try."

I adjusted my rifle, scanning the horizon. The system overlaid red markers in my vision—three figures moving through the storm, closing in fast.

[System Suggestion: Evasive Maneuvers – Ice Ridge Detected 200 Meters Northwest]

The ridge. That was my best shot. If I could reach higher ground, I'd have the advantage. Better sight, better cover.

"We're going uphill," I said, pulling him along. He stumbled but kept moving. Shadow led the way, paws barely making a sound in the fresh snow.

A suppressed round—whisper-soft but deadly. It missed by inches, kicking up a spray of ice.

We sprinted, the man gasping, struggling to keep up. I wanted to drop him—he was slowing me down—but my gut told me that if he had survived this long, he knew something valuable.

Another shot. This time, I heard the impact. A sharp crack as a bullet punched into his shoulder.

[System Warning: Vital Signs Dropping – Survivor at 37% Health]

I cursed under my breath. No time.

I pulled him up, forcing him to move. "Keep going or you die."

His jaw tightened. Blood dripped into the snow, but he didn't stop.

[Warning: Hostiles 50 Meters – Engaging Soon]

I turned, raised my rifle, and fired.

The first figure staggered as a round hit its mark. A second shape lunged forward—too fast, too aggressive. Not human.

Not just survivors. Something else was out here.

Shadow barked, and my blood ran cold.

Chapter 8: Hunted in the Ice