Unbearably hot weather. Acid rain. Tsunamis. Bone-shattering cold. There was no end to that nightmare. 

Again and again, disasters struck one after another, taking countless lives and leaving nothing but ruin in their aftermath. 

"No!"

Suzy jolted awake from another nightmare, her dark, damp eyes were wide open as tears streamed down her face. She gasped for air, breathing hard.

She scanned her surroundings and realized that instead of being trapped underground with water filling her failing lungs, she was back in her familiar bedroom again. 

The tension in her body eased at once, and she collapsed back onto the bed.

She had just had another nightmare.

In the dream, she was nothing more than a supporting character in a post-apocalyptic, reverse harem novel.

Her half-sister, Wendy Kale, was a transmigrator—and the female lead of that world. Suzy's role in the story was to deliver resources to the heroine and to hand over a spatial artifact.

The female lead lived comfortably and thrived in the apocalypse, rising smoothly to the top—and Suzy had made all of that possible.

Worse still, in the dream, she had been foolish enough to set her sights on the male leads of the heroine's harem. She tried to seduce them deliberately, only to fail again and again.

No matter what she did, the male leads loved only the heroine.

In the end, driven by jealousy, Suzy attempted to frame Wendy, but once exposed, she was abandoned by the protagonist group in the wilderness.

She wandered aimlessly through the night and eventually slipped into a deep pit filled with acid.

She died on the spot.

The sensation of that sudden free fall still seemed to cling to her body, leaving her chilled to the bone.

Suzy felt that the version of herself in the dream had been a complete idiot.

Not only had she handed over the family heirloom, a spatial gold pendant left behind by her mother, but she had also even voluntarily signed a property transfer agreement, allowing her sister Wendy to take possession of a vast sum of money.

A living, breathing tool. A giant idiot. 

Suzy wiped hard at her tear-soaked cheeks, collecting her thoughts as her breathing steadied.

Luckily, it had all just been a dream…

Wait—no!!!

She suddenly grabbed the phone beside her pillow and checked the main screen. 

The time displayed on the screen read: November 15, 2045.

There was also a notification in the alert bar that read: 

Abnormal weather conditions. Persistent high temperatures across multiple regions.

By all logic, this time of year should already have marked the start of winter, yet the air remained oppressively hot. It was the middle of the night, and the temperature was still as high as 30°C.

The air conditioner in Suzy's room hummed loudly.

She remembered this news. She remembered this date.

It was clearly three months before the apocalypse––just like in her dream!

She also remembered that the transmigrator had taken over Wendy's body three months before the apocalypse began. After obtaining the gold pendant space, she had siphoned off a massive amount of Suzy's assets and begun stockpiling supplies.

Which meant... All of that was real. And she, too... was a transmigrator now. 

Unease crept into her heart.

She threw back the covers and got out of bed––she needed to confirm something.

Not even bothering to put on shoes, she stumbled into her walk-in closet and pulled open the jewelry cabinet.

On the top shelf lay an old, shiny, gold pendant.

In the dream, this pendant had been the spatial artifact. It required a blood offering to activate, though.

Without even thinking, Suzy bit down hard on her finger. Once blood welled up, she smeared it across the metal, her heartbeat drumming as she waited for anything to happen. 

The pendant, however, showed no reaction.

Her heart sank. Had she gotten it wrong after all?

But she clearly remembered that this was the exact gold pendant Wendy had taken from her!

A drop of blood had activated it, revealing a paradise-like space capable of storing supplies.

Was the dream really just a dream? Or… could this space only be activated by the blood of Wendy Kale?

The thought left an extremely bitter taste in her mouth.

She possessed such a treasure, yet was unable to claim it for herself.

Tsk.

…She would rather smash it to pieces than hand it over to Wendy either way!

The instant that thought formed, a streak of white light shot into Suzy's forehead.

Her vision flickered.

When she came back to her senses, her surroundings had completely changed.

She was standing inside a small wooden cabin. The room contained only simple wooden furniture and looked exceedingly plain.

Suzy took a slow look around.

Small and crampy, yet fully equipped. There was a kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom. Beyond that, there was also a storage room.

But this place… seemed different from Wendy's space..?

...

She remembered clearly that Wendy Kale's space did not have a wooden cabin.

Instead, it looked like a secluded paradise straight out of a painting.

Towering mountains, flowing water—breathtakingly beautiful.

Without realizing it, Suzy had already walked to the door.

She pushed it open.

The scene outside unfolded before her eyes.

Suzy froze.

Before her stretched a lush green meadow. Mountains rose steeply in the distance, and a clear stream murmured as it flowed.

It was almost identical to Wendy's space—mountains and running water alike.

Only… much smaller.

The entire area was barely half the size of a soccer field. Beyond that, everything dissolved into thick white mist.

Water cascaded down from the mountain, winding past the wooden cabin, no more than ten meters away.

Suzy followed the stream for a short distance and soon discovered a pool of spring water emitting faint wisps of mist.

The water was crystal clear, carrying a subtle, refreshing fragrance.

A spiritual spring!!

Wendy's space had one as well.

A spiritual spring could enhance physical fitness, cure illnesses, and heal injuries—it was a god-tier survival tool in the apocalypse.

In the novel, Wendy Kale's ability to win over five extraordinarily gifted male leads owed a great deal to the body refinement brought about by the spiritual spring.

This one, however, was rather small. The spring's source was limited, and the collected water wasn't much.

Suzy cupped some water in her hands and took a small sip.

It tasted sweet and clean.

The moment it entered her mouth, she felt instantly refreshed, as if her mind had cleared. Even the tightness in her chest eased significantly.

Suzy's eyes lit up.

She drank the rest in one go, then left the space with deep satisfaction.

When Suzy returned, the gold pendant was gone.

In its place, a small red mole had appeared on her wrist.

The space was real… which meant the dream was real too!

Suzy clenched her fists.

No matter what, she would change the fate she'd seen in that dream!

Once bound, the space could never be taken away by anyone else.

At the same time, a set of rules suddenly appeared in Suzy's mind:

First: she could only enter the space for one hour each day. If she exceeded that limit, her physical body would be forcibly expelled.

Second: the space could be upgraded. After upgrading, the time she could spend inside would increase, and new functions would be unlocked.

…

For now, Suzy pushed these rules to the back of her mind.

Her gaze fell on the jewelry box in front of her.

With a single thought, every piece of jewelry vanished without a trace.

She tried storing and retrieving them several more times.

Smooth. Effortless.

Only now did it truly sink in—this space belonged to her. Entirely. 

Suzy was far too excited to sleep.

With the space in hand, she had gained an extra trump card for surviving the apocalypse!

With a wave of her hand, she swept all the valuables in the walk-in closet into the space.

Then she went to her desk, took out paper, pen, and her phone, and began planning her next steps.

Now that she had the space, storage was no longer a concern.

The space had preservation effects—food wouldn't spoil.

The only drawback was its low level; it couldn't yet support living creatures.

There were still three months before the apocalypse began.

Time was relatively abundant.

Suzy wrote two words on a piece of paper:

Stockpiling.

Then she added another—

Safe house.

Finally, three more words—

Upgrade the space.

These were the things she needed to do next.

Stockpile supplies, build a safe house, and upgrade the space.

She carefully listed out a procurement checklist, then deliberately recalled the first disaster from her dream.

Extreme heat.

The first calamity would be an extreme heat wave.

It would last for two full months.

After that would come torrential rains… then extreme cold…

Suzy took a deep breath. Cooling supplies, thermal gear—everything had to be prepared.

She also needed to build herself a safe house.

That would require a massive amount of money.

Fortunately, Suzy didn't lack funds.

She unlocked her phone, ready to check her balance, and several unread messages popped into view right away—

[Suzy, come by early tomorrow. Don't forget to print the property transfer contract.]

[And don't forget the gold pendant your sister wants. Her birthday is coming up—do show some sincerity as her little sister.]

[Have you ordered the sports car Tommy wants yet? I heard the slots are limited. Remember to place the order.]

...

When she saw the message, Suzy's pupils shrank abruptly.

In the span of a single heartbeat, anger surged upward, rushing straight to her head.

But just as quickly, she forced herself to calm down.

The message was from her scumbag father, George Kale.

This was precisely the turning point that had pushed her onto the tragic path of becoming a disposable tool in her dream.

In that dream, she had trusted her father, George, and her sister, Wendy, without reservation.

Under their honeyed coaxing, she had signed the property transfer agreement—handing over everything her mother had left her to George Kale for "safekeeping."

An inheritance worth billions.

Enough to ensure Suzy a lifetime—several lifetimes—of comfort and security.

Yet she had given it away for nothing.

The reason Wendy had been able to stockpile such an enormous amount of supplies was entirely because of Suzy's inheritance.

When Suzy thought about what the Kale family had done to her during the apocalypse, her eyes burned red with fury.

They had taken her money, transformed the villa into a post-apocalyptic fortress, and hoarded vast amounts of supplies, living in comfort and indulgence every single day.

After the apocalypse, money became nothing more than worthless paper.

Once Suzy had exhausted all the food she had at home, she went to them for help—only to be shut out.

They were living in the villa her mother had left to her, yet they wouldn't even let her through the door.

An entire family, living off her money, enjoying themselves day after day, unwilling to spare her even a single tuna can.

Even later, when Wendy was finally willing to take her along, it was nothing more than an excuse to flaunt her own superiority.

Family? She grunted. What family?

They were enemies.

Suzy ground her teeth in hatred.

Dream or not, but now, she would never sign that damn agreement!

She had already activated the space.

She wanted to see how Wendy would survive this time—without money and without the space—how she could possibly live as comfortably as she had in the dream.

And the Kale family—could they still afford to live so carefree? She would like to watch them try. 

Suzy took a deep breath, slowly steadying her emotions.

Of course, she would return to the Kale house tomorrow.

Because it was closer to her university, Suzy had bought an apartment near campus and usually lived there.

She only went back to the Kale family home on weekends or holidays.

Some valuable jewelry and important documents were still kept there.

For the sake of those things, she had to make a trip back—otherwise she'd just be handing them over for free.

Once she had sorted out her thoughts, Suzy adjusted her mood, added a few more lists, and then went to bed.

She slept straight through until noon.

When she woke up, she saw multiple missed calls on her phone.

Aside from George Kale, there were calls from Wendy—and even her stepmother, Fiona Smith.

A trace of mockery flickered in Suzy's eyes.

So they couldn't wait anymore.

She had just sat up when George Kale's call came in again.

Suzy answered, casually switching to speakerphone. A man's impatient voice immediately spilled out of the phone:

"Suzy, why haven't you come home yet? Did something happen?"

The irritation beneath his words was obvious, though he still tried to sound gentle. It made her nauseous.

On ordinary days, George always maintained the image of a loving father in front of Suzy.

If not for last night's dream, she might still have been kept in the dark even now.

"I had a nightmare last night and overslept," Suzy replied calmly. "I'll be back shortly."

George Kale offered a few perfunctory words of concern, then reminded her as if it were an afterthought, "Don't forget what you promised Dad. Bring the transfer documents when you come… and the gold pendant your sister wants."

A cold glint flashed through Suzy's eyes.

Without revealing anything, she answered softly, "Okay."

Satisfied with her response, George hung up without hesitation.

Fiona was sitting across from him. The moment the call ended, she asked anxiously, "What did she say? She's still coming, right? She's not backing out, is she? It took so much effort to convince her to transfer the inheritance—if she doesn't come, everything will be ruined…"

That was an enormous sum of money…

Just thinking about it made Fiona's chest ache.

George glanced at her sternly. "She's coming. Says she overslept."

When he spoke about his daughter aloud, a trace of disgust flickered through his eyes.

Sleeping in until noon—so lazy. She didn't deserve to be in possession of such wealth. 

Then he asked, "Where's Wendy?"

"Wendy caught a cold yesterday," Fiona replied. "She's still resting in bed."

...

George spoke after a brief pause, "I'll go check on her upstairs. You start making lunch."

At the mention of cooking for Suzy, Fiona felt a flicker of reluctance. That girl did not deserve her cooking. 

But then she thought again—so long as that girl was happy and signed the agreement, the inheritance worth over a billion would all become theirs.

Her mood instantly brightened. She turned and headed into the kitchen.

***

After waking up, the very first thing Suzy did was contact Uncle Malcolm Brone.

She entrusted him with selling off all the assets her mother, Elisabeth Ashford, had left behind—company shares, properties under her name, everything.

She decided to convert it all into cash.

Malcolm had always been in charge of managing Elisabeth's estate.

When he heard that Suzy wanted to liquidate everything, he was greatly surprised.

After confirming that this decision had nothing to do with George Kale, he didn't press further and immediately began handling the matter.

"Oh right, Uncle Malcolm—there's something about the contract I want to ask you…"

She discussed the details for a while, and after hanging up, Suzy went down to the underground garage to get her car.

She didn't drive straight to the Kale family villa. Instead, she detoured to a nearby antique market.

For one hundred dollars, she bought a similar but fake gold pendant.

Only then did she change direction and head toward the Kale residence.

Along the way, Suzy stopped at a print shop by the road.

She printed out the property transfer contract Malcolm had sent her.

Half an hour later, she pushed open the door to the Kale family home.

George greeted her enthusiastically, almost pulling her straight into the living room.

Immediately, Suzy saw Wendy, her cheeks flushed with healthy color, as well as her younger brother, Tommy, slouched on the sofa playing on his phone.

The Wendy Kale before her had clearly changed on the inside. She could sense it. 

There was a sharpness in her brows and eyes that hadn't been there before—an unspoken sense of superiority.

Suzy knew it then.

The transmigrator had already arrived.

As for Tommy, from start to finish, he didn't even lift his head to look at her, lazily sinking into the sofa as if she didn't exist at all.

"Suzy, you're back." Wendy greeted her first, smiling warmly.

Yet her gaze subtly swept over Suzy from head to toe.

So this is the younger sister from the original story—the one with the massive inheritance and the gold pendant, Wendy thought to herself.

She'd heard Suzy had poor health, congenital heart disease… and other illnesses. 

Judging by her complexion, that sounded about right.

Suzy's face was the pale shade of someone who rarely saw the sun.

Beneath her thin skin, faint bluish veins showed through under her eyes, lending her an air of fragility.

That sickliness didn't make her look haggard at all—on the contrary, it gave her a uniquely delicate beauty.

Wendy had to admit it.

This so-called cannon fodder was stunning, despite being frail.

Exquisite features, slender brows, and a pair of slightly upturned phoenix eyes tinged with melancholy.

Clear and soulful, as if washed with water.

Her lashes were long, her nose refined and straight, her lips beautifully shaped—though lacking color.

An overwhelming sense of vulnerability washed over her.

By comparison, the body Wendy now occupied fell far short.

At best, her looks could be described as pleasant.

Set against Suzy, the difference was like heaven and earth.

Wendy suppressed the flash of jealousy that flickered through her eyes.

Thankfully, she was sickly.

She probably wouldn't even survive the early-stage disasters and would die soon enough.

How could she possibly compete with someone like her—a transmigrator who knew the future?

"Suzy, did you bring everything with you?"

George looked Suzy up and down. When he didn't see any documents in her hands, his brows knitted together.

Suzy nodded. "Yes. It's all in my bag."

"Then—"

Before George could continue, Suzy raised a hand and gently pressed her temple.

Her brows furrowed slightly, a trace of discomfort appearing on her face at just the right moment.

"Dad… Sis…"

Her voice was weak, laced with carefully measured apology.

"My head feels a bit dizzy. I'd like to go back to my room, take some medicine, and rest for a few minutes before coming back down. Is that okay?"