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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 wind howled like a wounded animal, tearing through the frozen wasteland with terrifying force. Snow lashed against the facility's reinforced walls, thick as a curtain, obscuring everything beyond a few meters. The storm had arrived—and it was far worse than expected.

Risk Factors: Hypothermia, Frostbite, Structural Collapse

A deep groaning noise echoed from the ceiling as the storm's fury tested the facility's integrity. I tightened my grip on my rifle, my breath fogging in the dim emergency lighting. The solar panels were buried under ice, and the wind turbines had shut down, unable to function in the gale.

We were operating on backup power now.

"James!" Daniel's voice cut through the howling wind as he hurried into the main hall, wrapped in multiple layers. "The vents are starting to freeze over. If we lose airflow—"

"We suffocate," I finished grimly.

Captain Ray Walker stepped in behind him, his face unreadable beneath his frost-coated hood. "That's not the worst of it," he said. "The outer storage unit is compromised. Snow's piling up too fast. If we don't reinforce it, we'll lose half our food supply."

We had prepared for winter, but this storm wasn't normal—it was a death sentence.

I took a deep breath, pushing down the rising tension. "Alright. First, we secure the vents. Then, we figure out how to save our food before we lose everything."

Moving through the facility was like stepping into a deep freezer. The insulation helped, but the cold was relentless. Every breath stung my lungs, and every surface felt like ice.

Daniel and I worked fast, using heated tools to melt the frost choking the vents. Each time we cleared one, another would start to ice over.

"This isn't working," Daniel muttered, his teeth chattering. "We're barely keeping up."

Before I could respond, a deep crack echoed through the facility.

"Storage unit," Ray said immediately. "Let's move."

The moment we reached the rear section, I knew we were too late. The outer storage door had buckled under the weight of the snow. A massive drift had spilled inside, coating the supplies in frost.

Ray cursed under his breath. "We can't lose this food."

My mind raced. The dimensional storage would be the fastest solution, but I couldn't reveal it. Instead, I forced myself to think—think fast.

"We move everything inside," I said. "Use emergency insulation blankets to buy us time. Ray, get the strongest people to help. Daniel, focus on securing what we can't move."

Ray didn't argue. In moments, we were working like a machine, hauling crates and ration packs to safer ground. The cold bit deep, slowing us down. My fingers burned with the early signs of frostbite, but I kept going.

By the time we finished, my body felt like it had been carved from ice.

Ray looked over at me, his expression serious. "We just survived round one. The storm's not letting up."

Severe Conditions Detected – Facility Integrity at Risk

If we didn't come up with a long-term solution, we wouldn't last the week.

But I wasn't going to let that happen.

I turned to the group, meeting Ray's eyes. "We're not just surviving this storm," I said. "We're going to beat it."

For the first time in hours, he gave a small nod. "Then let's get to work."

How would you handle a storm like this? Would you focus on keeping warm, securing food, or reinforcing the facility? Let me know what you'd do in the comments!

Chapter 28 – The Storm That Changed Everything