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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 creature moved like a shadow in the blizzard—too fast, too silent. Its black, hollow eyes locked onto me, something unnatural lurking in its gaze.

The bullet hit center mass, but the thing barely flinched. It let out a guttural sound, something between a growl and a wheeze, then lunged.

[System Notification: Unknown Hostile Detected – Analyzing...]

I barely had a second before it was on me.

I threw myself sideways, rolling through the snow as its clawed hand slashed through the space where my head had been. Shadow snarled, leaping at its side, his fangs sinking into the creature's leg.

I raised my rifle again, aiming for its head—

The survivor had fired. His shot was cleaner, sharper than mine—straight through the eye.

The thing collapsed, twitching as the blackness in its gaze faded. Then, as if the cold itself swallowed it whole, its body began to dissolve into the snow.

"What… the hell was that?" I muttered.

The survivor coughed, pressing a hand to his bleeding shoulder. "You tell me."

The system finally completed its scan.

[Analysis Complete: Mutated Hostile – Classification: ???]

I had never seen this before. A new kind of enemy? Something that wasn't just another desperate survivor?

Shadow whined, his ears still pinned back. He sensed it too—this wasn't over.

The storm howled around us, the wind clawing at my exposed skin. We had to move.

"Can you still walk?" I asked, grabbing the survivor's arm and pulling him up.

He gritted his teeth. "No choice, right?"

I glanced down at the snow where the body had been. Nothing remained. No blood, no bones. Just the cold, untouched, as if it had never been there at all.

And I had a feeling this was just the beginning.

Chapter 9: Prey or Predator