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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 moment the flare lit up the sky, the silence shattered. Gunfire erupted from the tree line, sharp cracks echoing through the icy wasteland. Bullets pinged off the facility's reinforced walls, some striking just inches from where I crouched.

Ray barked orders, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Stay in cover! Fire in bursts! Make every shot count!"

I gritted my teeth and pulled up my system interface.

The electrified perimeter wire was in place, but the enemy didn't know that yet. I just needed to bait them into charging.

I turned to Daniel. "We need to make them push in. Take a few shots, but don't hit them. Let them think we're missing on purpose."

He gave me a wary look but nodded. "Got it."

Daniel and two others opened fire, sending rounds just above the heads of the advancing Black Ravagers. The enemy hesitated, then took the bait.

A deep voice shouted from their side. "They're running low on ammo! Push in!"

Five of them sprinted forward. The first mistake of the night.

A loud, crackling snap filled the air as the first man hit the electrified wire. He convulsed violently, smoke rising from his body before he crumpled into the snow.

Screams followed as the others fell into hidden traps—spike pits, tripwire explosives, and reinforced barricades forcing them into kill zones.

The enemy had expected a desperate defense. Instead, they ran straight into a massacre.

Gunfire rattled through the night, but one of the Ravagers managed to slip through the chaos, vaulting over a barricade and charging straight at me.

I barely had time to react before he swung a rusted machete at my head.

I ducked, feeling the wind from the blade pass inches above me.

Combat Assist Activated – Suggested Counter:

1. Sidestep left, disarm with wrist lock.

2. Use knife – throat strike for quick elimination.

3. Non-lethal: Kick knee joint, disable opponent.

I sidestepped, grabbing his wrist and twisting hard. The machete dropped into the snow, and I drove my knee into his stomach. He staggered back, gasping for air.

Ray took him down with a single shot to the chest.

"Stay sharp," he warned. "They're testing our weaknesses."

The fight lasted minutes, but it felt like hours. The remaining Ravagers, realizing they had walked into a death trap, began falling back.

Through the smoke and chaos, I spotted their leader—a tall man with a jagged scar across his face—watching from a distance. He wasn't panicked. He was evaluating.

Then he raised his hand. A signal.

The gunfire stopped. The Black Ravagers melted into the shadows, retreating into the frozen forest.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood. Bodies lay scattered in the snow, steam rising from the fresh wounds.

I exhaled slowly, gripping my rifle tighter.

"We held them off," Daniel muttered.

Ray didn't look convinced. "That was just a probe. They'll be back."

Warning: Enemy leader analyzing defenses – Next attack will be stronger

I turned to my team. "We don't have much time before they come back."

Ray nodded. "Then let's make sure next time, they don't leave alive."

The Black Ravagers have retreated, but for how long? How do you think James should prepare for the next attack? Let me know in the comments!

Chapter 40 – The First Strike