[Processing...]
[All supermarket resources successfully transferred to Inventory.]
Killua's vision briefly shimmered—like the world glitched for a second.
Then—
[Ding!]
[GroceryMart Supermarket
— Status: Abandoned
— All usable inventory has been cleared]
Killua looked around.
Nothing seemed to change at first… until one of the helpers returned, confused.
"Uh… Sir? Where did all the goods go?"
Killua blinked. The shelves—once overflowing with products—were now empty. Not just the food, but everything—shelves, baskets, cash drawers, even staff uniforms on a nearby rack—were gone. As if the store had been picked clean by invisible thieves.
"What… the hell?"
A child started crying nearby.
"Mommy! The food's all gone!"
A small wave of panic rippled through the shoppers. Murmurs turned into confusion. People scrambled through aisles, searching in vain.
"Where are the canned goods?"
"The noodles—gone!"
"Even the freezer section is empty!"
"The whole store's been looted!"
The manager stormed out from the back office, his face red with rage.
"Who stole my entire damn store?!"
Killua backed away slowly, hiding his face. He pulled up his hoodie and walked out as chaos brewed behind him.
---
Back at the dormitory…
Killua collapsed on his bed again, panting, heart racing. The system window popped up.
[Reward:
+1 Level
+5 Strength
+5 Stamina
+5 Agility
New Passive Skill Unlocked:
— Storage King: You gain 2x inventory capacity and can store structures.
Unlocked Function: Resource Claim (Location-wide)]
"Storage… King?" Killua whispered. "I can store locations?"
He tried to steady his breath, then opened his inventory.
There it was.
— GroceryMart Supermarket (Resources Only)
He blinked.
"If this system's real… then I just became the only guy with enough food for a damn year."
---
Later that Night
Killua stared at his phone. The weather forecast was still calm. Nothing on the news. Social media was full of gossip, memes, and trending dramas.
Not even a hint of the catastrophe his system warned him about.
But deep down… he felt it.
The system wasn't lying.
Suddenly, the interface appeared again.
[Emergency Mission Unlocked]
Title: Temperature Crash Incoming
Time Remaining: 144 Hours
Objective: Build a secure shelter capable of withstanding extreme cold.
Reward: ???
Failure: Possible Death]
Killua stood up.
"Okay… now it's serious."
He looked out the window of his dorm room. The city of Manila was buzzing as usual—students laughing, traffic honking, vendors shouting.
They had no idea.
He opened his inventory and pulled out the refrigerator again, placing it neatly beside his desk. He opened the fridge door—it still worked.
"I don't know if I'm the only one with this system," he said quietly, "but I won't waste it."
He pulled out a notebook and began listing what he needed.
Generator
Water filter
Thermal blankets
Tools
Weapons (if it gets worse)
Backup power
Reinforced room or shelter
Then another thought hit him.
"I need to find others. People who aren't rich, people like me. If the world falls apart, they'll need help… and I'm the only one with a head start."
---
Meanwhile, across the city...
An ominous cold front began forming above the ocean east of Luzon. It moved unnaturally, spiraling like a typhoon—but instead of wind, it brought deathly cold.
In military radar stations, technicians squinted at their screens.
"Sir, what's this?"
"That's not… possible. Temperatures dropped by 12°C in under 5 minutes."
"Satellite shows... clouds forming into a spiral ice formation?"
---
Back to Killua...
His system pinged again.
[Daily Spin Available. Would you like to spin? Yes/No]
Killua grinned.
"Yes."
The wheel spun.
[Congratulations! You received:
— Shelter Blueprint: Sub-Zero Dome (Personal)]
A blueprint appeared in his system.
**[Sub-Zero Dome
A dome-shaped shelter capable of withstanding up to -150°C.
Self-sustaining internal temperature.
Solar-powered lights and small heater included.]**
Killua stared at the details. Then muttered,
"Okay… no more second-guessing."
He went to the nearby abandoned junkyard where his friend once worked. It was rarely visited. There was a small shack, tools, and space to build.
He opened his inventory, took out the blueprint, and selected a spot.
Whoosh!
A dome structure appeared, shimmering slightly before solidifying. It was a smooth metal-gray half-sphere about the size of a one-bedroom apartment.
Inside was a heater, a water tank, a light source, and a bunk. He placed shelves, food, and water bottles inside.
It wasn't perfect—but it was a start.
Killua sat inside the dome, protected and hidden.
"I'm not going to die poor. I'm going to live rich—even if the world turns to ice."