LOGIN“Put the gun down,” a voice like cold steel cut through the boardroom.
Dominic Thorne took a single step forward, placing his broad frame directly between the lead officer’s pistol and Cecilia.
The lead officer hesitated, feeling the suffocating pressure radiating from the former Special Forces commander. “Mr. Thorne, this is official police business! This woman is accused of assault and high-level financial fraud—”
“This is Thorne Group’s private headquarters,” Dominic interrupted coldly, his gray eyes locking onto the officer. “You entered without clearance and drew a weapon in my office. Lower it before my security team removes you by force.”
Two imposing, armed Thorne security guards immediately stepped into the room, their hands resting on their holstered sidearms.
The police officer swallowed hard, slowly lowering his weapon.
“Dominic!” Julian spat, his face twisted in desperation. “Don’t let this crazy bitch fool you! She froze my corporate credit lines and sent three of my men to the hospital! She’s mentally unstable!”
Cecilia let out a quiet, melodic laugh. She stepped out from behind Dominic, pulling her phone from her pocket with complete composure.
“Julian,” Cecilia said smoothly, tapping the screen. “Did you forget that my penthouse has high-definition security cameras in every room?”
Julian froze.
Cecilia turned the screen toward the officers and the lawyer. The video played clearly: the three thugs kicking open her mahogany door with steel pipes, explicitly stating, “Mr. Lambert sent us to sign some papers with you!”
It clearly showed Cecilia defending herself against three armed intruders who had smashed into her home.
“In addition,” Cecilia continued, pulling up a banking statement, “the Smith Trust was established under my late mother’s sole name. Julian Lambert had proxy management rights, which were legally revocable at any time by the primary heir—me. I revoked them. Transferring my money back into my accounts isn't fraud.”
She looked directly at the lawyer. “If you proceed with this false arrest, I will sue your firm, Julian Lambert, and this precinct for conspiracy and extortion. My legal team will destroy your careers by noon.”
The lead officer looked at the video, then at Julian, his face darkening with anger.
“You told us she attacked unarmed advisors, Lambert!” the officer growled, backing toward the door. “You lied to us!”
“Wait! Officer! No!” Julian panicked, clutching the lawyer’s arm. “She set me up! Cecilia, you can’t do this to me! My firm owes fifty million dollars to investors by five o'clock today! If I don't pay, I’ll go to prison!”
Cecilia walked up to Julian, leaning in close so only he could hear her.
“Then I hope you enjoy prison, Julian,” she whispered, her eyes devoid of human pity. “Because this is just the beginning of what you owe me.”
She turned to the lead officer. “Take him away. He sent armed men to raid my home.”
“Gladly,” the officer barked.
Two officers grabbed Julian by his arms, slapping handcuffs onto his wrists.
“CECILIA! YOU BITCH! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!” Julian shrieked, kicking and screaming as he was dragged down the hallway.
Silence settled over the boardroom.
Dominic looked down at Cecilia, an unreadable expression on his stern face. “You handled that remarkably well.”
“I don't waste emotion on dead weight,” Cecilia replied casually, stowing her phone. “Now, regarding The Citadel... I want construction expedited to twenty days.”
Dominic’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Twenty days will require round-the-clock three-shift labor and double the heavy transport.”
“I’ll pay an extra two hundred million,” Cecilia said without blinking. “Make it twenty days.”
Dominic stared at her for a long moment, deeply impressed by her cold efficiency and endless resources. “Contract accepted. I’ll personally oversee the construction at Mount Obsidian.”
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Three hours later. Solaria City Wholesale Harbor District.
Cecilia pulled her SUV onto the concrete docks of the city's largest agricultural and fuel distribution hub. The salty sea air mixed with the heavy scent of diesel and fresh produce.
Standing on the dock was Mr. Harrison, a veteran logistics manager who oversaw the harbor’s massive subterranean cold-storage vaults.
“Miss Smith,” Harrison said, wiping his hands on a towel. “You bought out our entire inventory of arctic-spec diesel and emergency grain reserves? That’s millions of gallons of fuel and thousands of tons of food!”
“I’m buying the inventory and leasing Vaults 1 through 5 for the next month,” Cecilia said, pulling up her banking token. “Three hundred million dollars cash. I want complete private access to the vaults starting now.”
Harrison gasped, his jaw nearly dropping. “Three hundred million?! Miss, where are you going to transport all this?”
“You don't need to worry about transport,” Cecilia said coolly. “Just clear your staff out of Vaults 1 through 5 for the afternoon.”
Greed quickly conquered Harrison’s curiosity. “Deal! The vault access codes are yours.”
Ten minutes later, Cecilia stood deep within subterranean Vault 1. Around her sat thousands of stacked wooden crates filled with sacks of flour, rice, canned meats, cooking oil, and sealed thermal blankets.
Cecilia closed her eyes and extended her arms, activating her Doomsday Pocket Dimension.
SWOOSH—!
A invisible spatial wave expanded from her palms across the cavernous room.
The towering rows of food crates vanished into thin air, siphoned directly into her infinite stasis storage!
MASS HOARDING DETECTED!
ACQUIRED: 20,000 TONS WHITE RICE & FLOUR ACQUIRED: 10,000 TONS CANNED MEATS & PRESERVES ACQUIRED: 5,000 BARRELS COOKING OIL & GRAIN ITEMS SECURED IN TIME-STASIS: ZERO DEGRADATIONCecilia opened her eyes, feeling an intense rush of satisfaction. She moved to Vaults 2, 3, 4, and 5, sweeping up millions of gallons of arctic fuel, generators, industrial heaters, and medical supplies into her void.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated violently in her pocket.
It was an urgent weather alert notification, combined with a news broadcast popping up on her screen.
The news anchor’s voice sounded tense:
“Breaking News: Atmospheric scientists have just detected an unprecedented polar vortex forming over the northern hemisphere. Unusually rapid temperature drops are being recorded across northern coastal cities...”
Cecilia’s heart plummeted. She checked her system interface screen.
WARNING: GLOBAL WEATHER ACCELERATION DETECTED!
THE ABYSSAL GLACIATION IS MOVING FASTER THAN PREDICTED! REVISED COUNTDOWN TO THE FREEZE: 48 HOURS!Cecilia’s breath caught in her throat.
Forty-eight hours?! The apocalypse is hitting in two days?!
“Go on, Cecilia! Scream for me!” Julian laughed maniacally, opening his fingers and letting the silver memorial urn plummet straight toward the hard marble floor.“No!” Dr. Elena Lin gasped, reaching out in horror.Cecilia didn't blink. Her dark eyes locked onto the falling urn as she activated her Doomsday Pocket Dimension at range.SWOOSH.Half an inch before the delicate silver metal could strike the stone tiles, the air warped. Both the memorial urn and the rosewood deed box on the coffee table vanished into thin air, reappearing safely atop a velvet cabinet inside Cecilia’s infinite stasis space.Julian’s sadistic grin froze on his face. He stared down at the empty marble floo
“Forty tons of military-grade medical supplies,” Dr. Elena Lin whispered, her breath misting in the refrigerated air of Solaria Central Hospital’s Basement Level 3. “Ceci, even with ten freight trucks waiting outside, it would take thirty men all night to load this.”Towering steel shelves stretched across the subterranean reserve vault. Under the harsh fluorescent lights sat thousands of sealed sterile crates: broad-spectrum antibiotics, morphine ampoules, trauma ventilators, blood-plasma freezers, surgical suture kits, and rare coagulants. Chairman Walter had unlocked the reinforced doors two minutes ago and fled upstairs in terror, leaving Cecilia, Elena, Dominic, and Marcus "Bear" Miller alone in the loading bay.“We don’t have all night,” Cecilia said, checking the red countdown ticking in her vision: 45 Hours, 12
Glass shards rained across the carpet.Chloe shrieked, jumping off the sofa in terror as the towering, scarred frame of Marcus "Bear" Miller stepped through the wrecked doorway first, effortlessly picking up both hospital security guards by their collars like ragdolls and tossing them into the hallway wall.Behind him walked Dominic Thorne, his cold gray eyes sweeping the room like a sniper scope, followed by Cecilia.“C-Cecilia?!” Chloe gasped, her face draining of all color as she backed into the corner of the office. “Why are you here?!”“Ceci!” Elena breathed out in relief, stumbling back from Gregory’s grasp.Cecilia didn't even look at Chloe first. She walked straight to Elena, catching her best friend by the arm and steadying her warm, trembling hands.Looking at Elena’s exhausted, living face—warm and breathing, not frozen blue in the snow—a fierce wave of emotion surged in Cecilia’s chest, quickly locked behind her icy composure.“You’re okay, Elena,” Cecilia said softly, squ
CRACK-BOOM!A jagged bolt of violet lightning tore across the midday sky above Solaria City, turning the bright July afternoon as dark as midnight in less than three seconds.Inside the subterranean harbor vault, Cecilia stood motionless, the cold blue glow of her smartphone illuminating her sharp, pale face. The emergency broadcast on her screen was still flashing red, accompanied by the mechanical chime of her Doomsday Hoarding System:WARNING: PHASE-1 ATMOSPHERIC COLLAPSE IMMINENT!EVENT: THE BLACKOUT SUPER-HAILSTORM ARRIVES IN 48 HOURS!NOTE: GLOBAL TEMPERATURES WILL PLUNGE TO -15°C DURING THE HAILSTORM, FOLLOWED BY THE -60°C ETERNAL GLACIATION 12 DAYS LATER!Cecilia let out a slow, measured breath, her eyes narrowing as the pieces clicked together in her mind.So that’s it, she realized, her heartbeat steadying into a cold, lethal rhythm. The Eternal Freeze hasn't jumped ahead by a month—it’s the Precursor Hailstorm that accelerated.In her past life, the apocalypse hadn't killed
Forty-eight hours.The safety margin Cecilia had counted on was completely destroyed. The sudden shift in global climate patterns meant she no longer had weeks to prepare—she had two days before the world turned into a frozen graveyard.Cecilia didn't waste a single second in panic. She sprinted out of the harbor vault, jumped into her SUV, and dialed Dominic Thorne’s private number.“Dominic,” Cecilia said, her tone sharp and icy as she merged onto the highway. “Stop all secondary construction at Mount Obsidian. Focus every single engineer on sealing the titanium blast doors, activating the geothermal heating grid, and securing the main storage vaults.”On the other end of the line, Dominic paused. He was currently standing on the construction site at Mount Obsidian, watching heavy cranes lift steel plates.“Why the sudden rush?” Dominic asked, his deep voice serious. “The contract gave us twenty days.”“Look at the barometric pressure readings on your military terminal,” Cecilia rep
“Put the gun down,” a voice like cold steel cut through the boardroom.Dominic Thorne took a single step forward, placing his broad frame directly between the lead officer’s pistol and Cecilia.The lead officer hesitated, feeling the suffocating pressure radiating from the former Special Forces commander. “Mr. Thorne, this is official police business! This woman is accused of assault and high-level financial fraud—”“This is Thorne Group’s private headquarters,” Dominic interrupted coldly, his gray eyes locking onto the officer. “You entered without clearance and drew a weapon in my office. Lower it before my security team removes you by force.”Two imposing, armed Thorne security guards immediately stepped into the room, their hands resting on their holstered sidearms.The police officer swallowed hard, slowly lowering his weapon.“Dominic!” Julian spat, his face twisted in desperation. “Don’t let this crazy bitch fool you! She froze my corporate credit lines and sent three of my men







