Before I knew it, I was already at the factory. It was still early in the morning, and with any luck, I'd be able to pick Noel up from school after this. That thought brought a faint pang of guilt to my chest—one that had become familiar lately.
I had been a bad brother. At least, from her perspective. She had always loved me. Back then, when I was being bullied, she had tried to comfort me, to reach out. But I pushed her away. I thought she wouldn't understand. She was just a kid, after all.
I sighed, exhaling the weight of my regrets, and finally approached the staff at the factory. I spoke with the manager and placed an order: two million worth of food, and another two million in water. Four million total. It wasn't just survival anymore—it was redemption.
Sure, I could've just used the System Shop to buy food and water, but the cost in points was absurd. Worse, using the shop this early would stunt my growth. The points were better saved for more critical upgrades—reinforcements, skills, weapons.
Earning points wasn't easy, either. You got 0.5 points per kill on a regular zombie—at least during the first wave.
But things would escalate fast.
By the tenth wave, new, more terrifying zombies would start to appear. The evolution of the undead was relentless, unforgiving.
There were different classes of zombies:
Normal Zombies
Strong Zombies
Mutated Zombies
Nightmare Zombies
Super Zombies
Advanced Zombies
Stellar Zombies
And those weren't even all of them.
Mutated Zombies, for example, could easily fight a C-Ranked hunter. Strong Zombies? They were more powerful than your average person by far.
But the most terrifying of them all was the Detonator Zombie.
One of those things could obliterate an entire city if it self-destructed. And I… I was the only one who could survive that kind of blast, thanks to the 100th-tier Barrier I had earned in my past life.
Just as I finished placing the order, the factory manager arrived. Before they could process anything, they asked for payment upfront.
I handed over my credit card without hesitation.
The owner, a woman with sharp eyes and a skeptical expression, clearly thought I was either a scammer or crazy. But once the transaction went through, her demeanor shifted entirely.
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she immediately bowed politely.
"My name is Hanna. It's a pleasure to meet you," she said with a warm smile.
She was beautiful—red eyes that gleamed like rubies, and long black hair that flowed like ink. Her figure was refined, her posture elegant. I nodded, satisfied. She explained that fulfilling my massive order would take three days.
I simply nodded in response. It was understandable. I didn't argue, just drafted and signed a formal contract to secure the transaction, then left.
There was no time to waste.
I headed straight to the black market.
Medicine. Firearms. Armory also buying The rest in food getting all the meat vegetables and other thing sweet Chocolate Desert
I bought everything I could and stored it all inside my System's storage space, where time stood still. Everything I bought was preserved perfectly, untouched by decay or time. That included the upcoming food and water delivery—I was using every last cent I had. Not a single coin would be wasted.
Before long, it was time to pick up Noel from school.
As I arrived, I noticed a familiar figure leaning against the wall outside the school gates. He had green eyes and raven-black hair. My reflection. My past self. Watching her.
Then, I saw her—Noel.
She was walking toward the exit, and the moment I saw her, I didn't hesitate. I ran up and picked her up in my arms, holding her tightly. Guilt washed over me like a wave. I hadn't been able to save her last time. But this time, I would change everything.
"B-Big Brother?!" she squeaked, clearly surprised. She squirmed in my arms, blushing, her green eyes wide. Her shoulder-length black hair swayed with every movement.
She was adorable. One day, she'd grow into a stunning woman. But right now, she was just a kid—and I was going to protect her with everything I had.
"What's gotten into you?" she asked, pouting as she tried to push me away.
I took a deep breath and told her everything.
Every Single Thing i did
She blinked. Her mouth slowly opened as if a missile had exploded in her brain.
"W-WHAT?! You sold our family's property?!"
She was furious. Her voice echoed across the school grounds.
"That was our parents' inheritance! Their memory! How could you do that?!"
We were making a scene. People were staring. I sighed, gently but firmly grabbing her hand and leading her away.
We checked into a modest hotel—not luxurious, but comfortable enough to stay in for a while. She glared at me the entire time, fuming.
"Everything's gone except our clothes," she muttered angrily.
She stared at me, her emotions swirling—anger, sadness, confusion. Despite everything, she still cared deeply about me. Even when I was cold to her in the past. Even when I had abandoned her.
Now, I was acting affectionate out of nowhere, and on top of that, I had sold the last thing connecting us to our parents. It was too much for her to process.
So I told her the truth.
I explained everything about the upcoming catastrophe. About the apocalypse. About the zombies.
At first, she looked at me like I had lost my mind.
But I didn't stop. I kept talking, patiently, passionately, desperately. And after hours of back-and-forth—tears, arguments, questions—she finally gave in,reluctantly.
We stopped going to school.
Instead, we trained.
In just three days, I taught her everything I could about zombie anatomy—their weak points, their movements, their habits. Despite thinking I was crazy, she listened. She learned.
And to my surprise, she was a prodigy.
She picked up combat movement faster than I expected. The only thing holding her back was her size. She was still small, still growing—making it difficult for her to reach a zombie's neck.
Still, her talent was astounding.
We turned the hotel's living room into a makeshift training ground. We sparred daily. Her movements were fluid like water, but sharp and precise. Even though we were using fake daggers, she moved like she was wielding real ones.
She tried aiming at my vital points—my neck, my jaw, my sides—but I had decades of experience from my last life. I was no easy opponent.
Eventually, with one swift move, I pinned her down. She groaned, pouting.
"B-Brother… I lost. That hurts…"
I chuckled and let her go, smiling proudly. She had grown fast.
Just then, my phone rang.
The delivery.
I picked up the call and gave the hotel's address, instructing them to drop everything at the front.
We took a short break and sipped water. Moments later, we heard the rumbling of trucks.
At first, we thought it was just two.
But no.
Twenty massive trucks rolled up, each one so large it could block an entire road. It was an overwhelming sight.
Thankfully, Hanna had already coordinated with local authorities to prevent traffic congestion.
I instructed her via phone to open each truck.
She confirmed and issued the order to her team.
Then, in a cold tone I hadn't used in years, I said, "You should prepare. The apocalypse is coming."
And with that, I hung up.
I didn't care whether she believed me or not. I had warned her. That was enough.
Noel stared at me, stunned. This cold, assertive side of her introverted brother was completely foreign to her.
And then her jaw dropped.
The first truck's doors opened, revealing crates upon crates of meat—beef, chicken, duck. Enough to feed a city.
At least 100,000 units of meat each, frozen solid. The temperature inside the truck was frigid. The scale of it left her speechless.
And she just saw it Gone in a Blink of eye his Brother just Looked at it and now it's Gone?!
She rubbed her eyes, thinking she must be dreaming.
But no.
It was real.