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He led humanity’s last stronghold in the apocalypse... only to be betrayed by the woman he loved and the elites he saved.

Ren Kurozawa was Earth’s final hope in a world consumed by chaos—until betrayal plunged him into death. But fate grants him a second chance.

Reborn ten years before doomsday, Ren awakens with the Doomsday Survival Protocol, a powerful system that rewards strength, foresight, and loyalty. This time, he’ll build his empire before the fall begins.

To thrive, Ren must gather powerful women—each with a beauty rating above 90—whose loyalty fuels the system's growth. With every bond, his strength surges. With every betrayal remembered, his fury deepens.

Enemies that once hid behind power and pretense will now face a calculating, ruthless sovereign. The world will fall, but he will rise.

System. Harem. Revenge. Survival.
This time, the apocalypse belongs to him.

Doomsday Protocol: Rebirth of the Apex Survivor

The air was thick with the scent of rust and ozone, the distant groan of the ruined city echoing like a wounded animal begging for mercy.

Ren stepped through the wreckage of what was once a convenience store, boots crunching glass and ash. His expression was unreadable, eyes sharp like obsidian blades. Shelves were overturned, the faint smear of dried blood marking the desperation of those who'd come here too late.

He knelt, checking a rusted metal shelf near the back, carefully lifting it to reveal a small stockpile — a forgotten crate of canned food shoved behind a loose panel. Jackpot.

"Three beef stews, two tunas, and one expired peach slice…" he muttered. "We can work with this."

His hand hovered over the last can, mind flashing back.

Her voice had been sweet once. Soft. Trusting.

"Ren, just promise you'll come back to me."

He exhaled through his nose. The memory was both blade and balm. In this timeline, Ayaka hadn't yet fallen for Ichiro's poison. Ren could still save her—still keep her from becoming another casualty of that green tea bastard's manipulations.

Back at his makeshift shelter — a reinforced basement wired with trip alarms and a solar recharger panel — he laid out the supplies methodically. Every calorie counted. Every sip of water could mean another day alive.

He glanced at the chalk map scrawled across the wall: notes about nearby water sources, potential supernatant emergence zones, and marked survivor behaviors. A mix of paranoia and precision.

The world didn't know it yet, but the countdown had already begun.

Six months until the first Riftstorm.

Eight months until the first city collapse.

Twelve months until the global fall.

And this time, Ren wasn't fighting for humanity. He was fighting for his version of it.

The storm broke just as he finished sealing the barricade.

Lightning snapped across the sky, illuminating a pair of figures approaching the shelter's edge. Ren tensed. Civilians? Scavengers? Worse?

He reached for the rifle slung behind his desk, just in case. His instincts — forged in fire and betrayal — rarely lied.

A girl's voice cried out: "Please! We're not infected!"

Another flash — two girls, both bruised, barefoot, soaked. One clung to the other, limping heavily.

Ren's system pinged in the back of his mind:

Potential bond candidates detected. Scanning beauty rating…

He cursed under his breath. She was here. Already. A full two weeks ahead of schedule.

Ren opened the door. "Get in. But one wrong move and I drop you."

Ayaka blinked at him, eyes glassy but intelligent. Something about the way she stared felt… familiar. Like she was searching for something buried in her subconscious.

She stepped forward. "Have we… met before?"

Ren stared for a heartbeat too long before muttering, "No. But we will."

Prologue Part 2: Ashes of a future yet to burn