Chapter 3

I hired people to reinforce the doors and windows of the building, replaced all the glass with bulletproof glass, and installed a fireplace and underfloor heating…

The workers were clearly perplexed by my decision to install all this in such hot weather, but since I was paying enough, they didn't ask further.

As for the ice age, I didn't widely publicize it or tell anyone. Putting aside whether people would believe it in the first place, even if they did, it might lead to complications further down the line.

In a calamity, the most terrifying thing was human nature. I was only one person, and I could do nothing more than ensure my own survival.

It only took one week for me to prepare everything, and I finally felt relieved. According to the comments, only seven days were left before the ice age, meaning that the heatwave was right on the horizon.

As expected, the very next day, the temperature kept rising from 85°F, to 95°F, to 105°F, to 115°F...

I stayed in my room the whole time with the air-conditioning on, and didn't even feel too hot.

Through the surveillance footage, I saw Iris arriving at Charles' doorstep in light, sheer clothing. She looked at the ice house with a greedy expression. "Wow, Charles, this place is so cool!"

Charles raised his head proudly. "Of course! I can tell the future, you know?"

Iris pouted in dissatisfaction. "Charles, why haven't you divorced that hag yet? I want to marry you sooner!"

"Don't rush, baby. She's got cancer anyway, so there's no way she's going to survive this heatwave. Once she dies, not only won't I need to split her any of my assets, even her house is mine... no, ours!"

Charles smirked and squeezed Iris' chest hard, making her let out a shy squeak. "Gosh, you meanie!"

Then, came a series of indescribable sounds...

I turned off the surveillance and scoffed. Yeah, there really was no need for a divorce. I would soon be widowed, after all.

For those few days, Charles' family really did live the sweet life. They drank cold drinks in their ice house, mockingly laughing at those suffering from the heat.

Well, that was the last time they'd be able to laugh with such abandon. Their days were numbered.

After a week of extreme heat, a sudden downpour came, and the temperature began to drop rapidly.

At first, people were still relieved that it was no longer so hot, but as the temperature continued to fall, people finally realized something was wrong, and supermarkets were quickly looted.

Charles still firmly believed the temperature would rise again and mocked those rushing to stockpile supplies. "I can tell the future, so what's there to worry about? These idiots don't know how high the temperature's going to get in the future!"

"Wow honey, you're awesome!" Iris hugged Charles' arm, acting cute and endearing.

"My son is amazing! Those fools should all die! Then, our family will be the only ones left in the world, and everything will belong to us, haha!" The old woman said with a twisted smile, her cloudy eyes glaring.

"Of course! My family's bloodline is completely different from those commoners! Heh, we're descended from royalty, and once all those commoners die from the heat, this world is ours for the taking!" Charles' father said smugly, squinting his triangular eyes.

Iris suddenly thought of something, her eyes taking on a vicious glint. "Honey, do you think that hag's dead from the heat already?"

Before Charles could even respond, Kate scoffed. "That woman must have gotten a filthy illness like that because she's been sleeping around! Now that we've kicked her out, she's probably dead somewhere on the streets!"

Charles chuckled darkly. "Easy. I'll just call her, and we'll know if she's dead or alive."

I looked out the window and watched as the rainstorm turned into a snowstorm, and the temperature dropped even lower.

The ice age was coming.

I curled my lips. Was I the one who was going to die? I think not.

Then, my phone rang. Slowly, I accepted the call, and the other end seemed to be surprised. "You're still alive, Jennie?"

Hah, of course I was. Alive and kicking, in fact. Not sure about you lot, though.

I suppressed my cold laughter and acted weak and sickly. "C-Charles… the heatwave you foresaw really did happen after all… I went to Portville, and the weather here had already become cooler for the past few days, but today it's back up to 125 degrees… I'm about to get cooked alive! Please, save me!"

Charles immediately replied in disgust, "Hmph, of course I was correct! Why did you go all the way to Portville? Who in the world would go save you? If you want to die, die outside, you filthy thing!"

Before I could reply, he hung up.

Through the surveillance, I saw his face, filled with glee, and I couldn't help but smile.

"That witch isn't dead yet, but she's going to be soon! Now, more importantly, I've got news! Portville has heated up again, so it’ll probably be our turn soon. Just wait! Those idiots are still stocking up on those useless down jackets and thermal blankets, so let's just watch them die from heat when they can't even get a single ice cube, haha!"

Charles laughed proudly, Iris looked vicious, while Kate and Arthur both wore twisted, sinister expressions.