Reborn 30days Before The end

The wind on the rooftop didn't just feel cold; it felt like jagged glass scraping directly against her soul.

Seraphina Sterling lay pinned against the frost-covered perimeter fence, her breathing coming out in violent, ragged plumes of red-tinted mist. Blood pooled beneath her shattered thigh—a deep, jagged wound torn open by a Level 3 Mutant's claw.

Ten meters away, behind the reinforced titanium blast doors of the shelter, stood two people.

Julian—her fiancé of three years.

And Chloe—her stepsister.

Both of them were dressed in pristine, insulated tactical coats. Their faces were clean, their skin untouched by the ash and toxic rain that had ruined the city for the past two years.

"Julian... open the door..." Seraphina choked out, her numb, blood-stained fingers clawing at the frozen gravel. "I brought... the Level 2 Gene Serum. I got it... from the center..."

Through the external speaker system, Julian’s voice came through, cold and devoid of any human warmth.

"You're infected, Sera. Look at your leg. If I open the airlock for even three seconds, the smell of your blood will draw the mutant pack straight into our living quarters."

"Julian! I went out there for you!" Seraphina coughed, black blood speckling the snow. "Chloe... tell him! I nearly died getting this for your fever!"

Chloe shrank behind Julian, putting on a fragile, tearful expression. "I'm sorry, Sister... but Julian is right. We can't risk the shelter. You've always been so strong and resilient... Can't you just buy us some time below? Attract their attention so we can seal the lower bulkhead?"

Buy them time?

A hysterical, bloody laugh choked in Seraphina’s throat.

She had starved for them. She had bled for them. She had surrendered the entire Sterling Financial Group—her father's multi-billion dollar legacy—to feed these two leeches in the wasteland!

ROAAAAAR!

A guttural, bone-chilling shriek shattered the air from the stairwell.

BANG!

The heavy steel door buckled inward. A blackened, elongated arm dripping with corrosive bile punched through the center panel.

Julian didn't hesitate. He raised his hand inside the warm airlock and hit the control panel.

[WARNING: MANUAL AIRLOCK PURGE INITIATED.]

[BLAST SHUTTERS LOWERING.]

"Thank you for your sacrifice, Sera," Julian's voice drifted through the speaker right before the heavy iron plates slammed down, completely cutting off her view of their faces.

"JULIAN! CHLOE!" Seraphina screamed, her voice tearing apart in the freezing wind.

The stairwell door exploded. Three massive, skinless Abominations lunged across the snow, their jaws unhinging to reveal rows of razor-sharp teeth.

As the claws ripped through her chest, shattering her ribs and tearing her heart to pieces, Seraphina felt no fear. Only an infernal, pitch-black hatred that burned hotter than hellfire.

If I ever get a second chance... I will tear both of you into ten thousand pieces!

[Ding!]

[Host Soul Synchronization Complete.]

[Current Time: October 12, 2026 — 1:15 PM.]

[30 Days Remaining Before Zero Hour.]

GASP!

Seraphina snapped upright, her lungs violently expanding as she sucked in a massive breath of air.

Her hands flew to her chest—expecting open ribs, torn muscle, and freezing blood.

Instead, her palms brushed against smooth, thousands-of-dollars silk.

She wasn't on a freezing rooftop. She wasn't smelling rotting flesh and burning ozone.

She was sitting inside a VIP booth at L’Orangerie, the most expensive five-star restaurant in the Capital. Classical piano music drifted lazily through the air. The scent of aged steak, truffle oil, and high-end wine filled her senses.

"Sera, really now. It’s bad manners to zone out while Mr. Henderson is laying out the terms."

A smooth, familiar male voice called out from across the table.

Seraphina’s head snapped up.

Sitting directly across from her was Julian. He was wearing an Italian custom-tailored suit, his hair gelled flawlessly, sipping a glass of vintage wine with an arrogant, condescending smile.

Beside him sat Chloe, wearing a pink designer dress and a million-dollar diamond necklace, looking at Seraphina with hidden, snake-like envy.

Seraphina lowered her head, looking at her phone lying on the white tablecloth.

[Date: October 12, 2026]

[Time: 1:15 PM]

Thirty days.

The apocalypse—the day blood-red rain fell from the sky, turning 60% of humanity into flesh-eating mutants and awakening system dungeons across the world—happened on November 11, 2026.

I... regressed?

A dark, terrifying smile slowly formed deep inside Seraphina's eyes.

"As I was saying, Sera," Julian spoke up, tapping his fountain pen against a stack of thick legal documents. "With the current market volatility, keeping the Sterling Group’s capital tied up in physical shipping ports and international warehouses is foolish. Sign over the Power of Attorney & Full Asset Liquidation Transfer to my asset firm today. I’ll handle the restructuring before our wedding."

In her past life, Seraphina had been blinded by grief over her parents' death and signed it without looking. Julian had immediately stripped the Sterling Group of its $500 million liquid assets, funneled the cash to Chloe, and used her family's wealth to buy entry into the high-grade private underground bunkers when the world ended!

"Sera, dear," Chloe chimed in, putting on a sweet, manipulative pout. "Julian is doing this for your own good. You know how frail your nerves have been since Uncle and Auntie passed. Leave the business to a man and just focus on resting~"

[System Alert: High-Toxicity Target Identified.]

[Host’s Emotional Volatility Rising.]

Seraphina looked down at the gold Montblanc pen on the table.

Then, she looked up.

Her eyes, usually gentle and reserved, were now as dark and cold as an abyss. The temperature around the table seemed to drop five degrees in an instant. Julian's arrogant smile froze on his face. For a brief second, a cold shiver ran down his spine—it felt like he was being stared down by a Level 9 Boss Monster.

"Julian," Seraphina said softly.

"Y-yes, Sera?"

SWISH!

Without a single word of warning, Seraphina grabbed her glass of ice water and threw it straight into Julian's face!

SPLASH!

Ice cubes tumbled over his nose. Cold water soaked his four-thousand-dollar suit, dripping off his chin onto the legal contract.

The entire VIP area fell into dead silence.

"AH! WHAT THE HELL?!" Julian jumped out of his seat, wiping his face frantically, his gentlemanly facade instantly shattering. "Seraphina! Are you insane?! What is wrong with you?!"

"Sera! How could you do that to Julian?!" Chloe shrieked, standing up in outrage.

Seraphina slowly set the empty glass down.

Clink.

"What's wrong with me?" Seraphina lifted her chin, her voice echoing with dominant, absolute authority. "What's wrong is that I let two dogs eat at my table for too long."

She turned her gaze to the elderly estate attorney sitting at the side. "Mr. Henderson."

"Y-Yes, Miss Sterling!" Mr. Henderson stammered, pulling out his handkerchief in shock.

"Cancel this meeting. Void the contract," Seraphina commanded coldly. "As of this second, I am stripping Julian of his position as Financial Director of the Sterling Group. Furthermore, freeze all corporate accounts tied to his name and file an immediate federal audit on every transaction he made in the last two years."

Julian’s face went from angry red to ghost white.

He had secretly embezzled over $20 million from the Sterling Group to fund his gambling debts and Chloe’s luxury lifestyle! If an audit hit today, he would be wearing handcuffs before sunset!

"Seraphina Sterling! You bitch, you can't do this to me!" Julian roared, reaching across the table with a twisted face to grab her hair. "I made your company what it is! You owe me—"

BOOM!

Before his fingers could even graze her hair, Seraphina grabbed the heavy crystal ice bucket from the stand beside her booth and swung it with brutal, expert precision!

CRACK!

The heavy glass smashed directly into Julian’s cheekbone!

"GAHHH!"

Julian screamed as blood squirted from his split jaw. He flew backward over his chair, crashing hard onto the marble floor, groaning in sheer agony as teeth rolled across the carpet.

Chloe screamed in terror, scrambling back until she bumped into the wall. "You... you hit him?! You crazy psycho!"

Seraphina set the bucket down cleanly, her posture immaculate, not a single hair out of place.

"Chloe," Seraphina turned her eyes slowly onto her stepsister. Her voice was terrifyingly calm. "The penthouse you're living in belongs to a subsidiary of the Sterling Group. By 5:00 PM today, the locks will be changed. If you aren't out by then, I'll have security throw you out into the street stark naked."

"You... how do you know about the penthouse?!" Chloe choked, her face turning pale as paper.

"I know everything," Seraphina said coldly.

She turned to Mr. Henderson, who was looking at her with wide eyes—before a flash of deep respect replaced his shock.

"Mr. Henderson, meet me at my father's central office in thirty minutes. Liquidate every stock, real estate property, and physical holding under the Sterling Group. I want all $500 million turned into liquid cash and off-shore credit lines within seven days."

Mr. Henderson straightened his tie, bowing respectfully. "Understood, President Sterling. I will prepare the transfer papers immediately."

Seraphina didn't give the bleeding Julian or the trembling Chloe another glance. She turned on her high heels and walked out of the restaurant like an Empress heading to her throne.

STEP.

STEP.

The moment she stepped onto the bustling city street, bright autumn sunlight hit her face. Cars honked, people walked by sipping coffee, completely unaware that in thirty days, this world would become a bloody hellscape.

Seraphina reached into her pocket and pulled out a small velvet pouch.

She tipped an unpolished, pitch-black obsidian ring into her palm. Her mother’s heirloom.

In her past life, Chloe had unlocked this ring by accident with mutant blood, discovering an spatial dimension inside.

Seraphina pulled a small pocket blade from her bag, cut her left thumb without blinking, and pressed her blood directly onto the stone.

FLASH!

The black ring absorbed the blood instantly, turning into a blinding violet light before melting and wrapping tightly around her finger like a dark chrome band.

[Ding!]

[World-Class Mythic Item Unlocked: Spatial Realm of the Sovereign.]

[Host DNA Verified: Seraphina Sterling.]

[Spatial Realm Stats Unlocked:]

 * Storage Space: Infinite / Unbounded.

 * Time Status: Absolute Zero Stasis (Matter inside will never spoil or change temperature).

 * Insertion Range: 50 Meters Line-of-Sight.

 * Unique Trait — [Sovereign Duplication System]: Storing high-grade resources generates Spatial Energy Points (SEP) daily. SEP can be used to unlock S-Rank Physical Body Enhancements, Base Fortification Blueprints, and Auto-Turret Defenses.

Seraphina closed her eyes, inspecting the endless, pure-white infinite dimension inside her mind.

A cold, radiant smile broke across her face.

[Time Remaining Before Apocalypse: 29 Days, 22 Hours, 30 Minutes.]

[Liquid Wealth: $500,000,000 USD.]

[Cheat System: Activated.]

"Julian... Chloe..." Seraphina whispered into the cool wind as she opened her sports car door. "Enjoy your last thirty days... because when the end comes, you will beg to be my dogs."

She slammed her foot on the accelerator, speeding toward the harbor to begin the greatest hoarding spree the world had ever seen!