Rakesh_Kumar_3235

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 storm had passed, leaving behind a haunting silence. I stood at the facility's edge, staring at the frozen wasteland beyond. The creatures had retreated, but I knew better than to think they were gone.

Daniel sat on a crate nearby, wiping down his rifle. His injuries were healing, but his movements were slower than before. Lily was inside, playing with the dog—unaware of the constant danger outside these walls.

I couldn't let this cycle continue. If we kept fighting them head-on, we'd be worn down eventually. We needed a way to disrupt them—to make them turn on each other.

Analyzing Hostile Wildlife Patterns…

Strategic Suggestion: Disruptive Biochemical Warfare

I exhaled slowly. It wasn't the first time I'd considered it, but the system's confirmation solidified my decision. If I could introduce toxins, genetic disruptors, or artificial signals, I might be able to turn some creatures against their own kind.

I pulled up the facility's old research logs. The scientists here had studied the creatures before everything collapsed. Most of the files were corrupted, but I managed to salvage something useful.

Every species has a hierarchy—an alpha, a structure. But what if I could break that?

Daniel watched as I spread out the supplies. A mixture of scavenged chemicals, modified injectors, and salvaged electronic parts.

"You look like you're about to make a biological weapon," he said dryly.

"Not a weapon," I corrected. "A tool."

I explained my theory. The creatures communicated through a mix of sound, movement, and scent. If I could mask our presence or, better yet, make them see each other as threats, we might get some breathing room.

Daniel leaned forward. "And you're sure this won't just make them more aggressive?"

I hesitated. "No. But aggression isn't the problem—direction is."

If I could make them aggressive toward each other instead of us, we'd win without firing a shot.

I worked quickly, mixing a synthetic compound that mimicked the creatures' pheromones. With the right dispersal method, I could trigger confusion among them. The real challenge was testing it.

Hours later, as the sun dipped below the frozen horizon, the creatures returned. Their guttural clicking echoed through the night, their glowing eyes shifting in the darkness.

I stood at the outer wall, gripping a modified launcher. The capsule inside contained my synthetic pheromone disruptor. If this worked, they'd turn on each other. If it failed… we'd be in for the fight of our lives.

Targets in range. Deploying recommended countermeasure…

The capsule burst mid-air, releasing an invisible mist over the creatures. For a moment, nothing happened.

One of the larger beasts lunged at its packmates, claws raking through flesh. The others shrieked, confusion turning to bloodlust. Within seconds, they were tearing into each other.

Daniel swore under his breath. "You actually did it."

I didn't respond. I was too busy watching the carnage unfold. The creatures that had hunted us for weeks were now locked in a battle among themselves.

A twisted kind of satisfaction settled in my chest.

By dawn, the battlefield was littered with corpses. The survivors had scattered, their hierarchy shattered.

But I knew this wouldn't last forever.

Hostile Adaptation Detected. Some creatures resisting influence. Countermeasures required.

I clenched my fists. They were evolving.

Which meant I needed to evolve faster.

Next step—improving my tech before the next wave hit. Because one thing was certain:

Chapter 16: Warped Instincts