

The world freezes overnight. Ice swallows cities, and the dead begin to walk. In my first life, I survive on 100 tons of coal won at a company raffle, until a jealous coworker has me killed. Now I’m back, on the same raffle day, with every memory intact. This time, I pick a motorhome. I fortify it into a mobile fortress, awaken a mysterious vehicle system, and set out across the frozen apocalypse. Last time, I barely survived. This time, I intend to thrive.

College student Lyle York is dragged into a deadly game with a 99% mortality rate. Starting in hell? More like a newbie’s gift pack! While others scream for life, he activates the Brutality System and becomes the “Bloodthirsty Butcher,” smashing doors, hoarding crystals, and forcing everyone to yield. The system panickedly announces: "Warning! Another dungeon has crashed… again!"
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College student Lyle York is dragged into a deadly game with a 99% mortality rate. Starting in hell? More like a newbie’s gift pack! While others scream for life, he activates the Brutality System and becomes the “Bloodthirsty Butcher,” smashing doors, hoarding crystals, and forcing everyone to yield. The system panickedly announces: "Warning! Another dungeon has crashed… again!"

In the VIP lounge of an underground casino, Maeve, the Falcone family's princess, had been plied with too much hard liquor. Fueled by alcohol, someone goaded her into revealing the most shameless thing she'd ever done to win over the Don. She swirled her glass, pointed at me dealing cards behind the table, and threw her head back with a laugh. "Seven years ago, when Declan was in a coma after a shootout, I took his private phone. And I deleted the distress message that bitch sent him. Every last trace of it. Then I replied in his name: You're a burden. Go die." "You'll never guess what happened next. That idiot stood outside the safe house all night in a downpour, like a stray dog. I almost died laughing…" The room erupted in crude laughter. Only the man enthroned at the head of the table remained silent. The crystal whiskey glass in his hand shattered with a sharp crack. Blood mixed with the amber liquor, trickling over the veins on the back of his hand before dripping onto the carpet. His murderous, bloodshot eyes were locked on me. I calmly dealt the last hole card in front of him and offered a clean, white silk handkerchief. "Don Declan, you should wipe your hand. Blood on the felt is bad luck." After all, some stains never wash out.

Emily Porter, an ordinary housewife, finds herself shunned by her mother-in-law for giving birth to a daughter instead of a son. Her husband, Joe Baker, driven by greed for a hefty insurance payout, conspires with his lover to murder Emily. In a calculated move, Joe stages a car accident that leaves Emily in a vegetative state. In a shocking turn of events, he goes as far as to bury his comatose wife alive, only to rush off to marry his mistress moments later. But fate has a twist in store, as Emily awakens, ready to seek justice and reclaim her life.

Ordinary office worker Milo Reed accidentally saves CEO Avery Stark—and they swap their sensory systems. Avery smells a foul stench from her porridge, while Milo smells seafood in the bathroom. Milo rides his motorcycle through freezing wind without feeling cold, while Avery shivers in her luxury car. One day, Avery locks him in her office, grabs his tie, and asks, “Have you noticed anything… different about your body?”

While others survive by hiding, Evan Ryce survives by "collecting rent." In the last luxury air-conditioned apartment, he faces the chaos of his employees:Maya, an SSS zombie who zaps and dances, a security zombie saving crystal cores to marry his neighbor, and more SSS zombies running a moving and delivery biz with 100% reviews. When 30,000 survivors and his freeloading family show up, Evan declares: "Pay the crystal cores—or my zombies will deal with you!"

Grace chooses mahjong over her granddaughter, leaving Coco in the kitchen. Coco manages a brief call to her mother Rita before her smartwatch dies, during which Rita senses something is wrong. Desperate, Rita repeatedly calls her mother-in-law, but the noise of the mahjong table drowns out her calls. She then contacts her husband Leo, only to be dismissed while he is with his first love. By the time Rita finds Coco, the child has succumbed to gas poisoning. Leo refuses to accept the tragedy born of neglect and misplaced loyalty until he sees Coco's portrait at the funeral home.

With the T Virus spreading in the world, most of the human beings became mindless zombies. Society descended into total chaos. Cities were ruined, with corpses scattered across the streets. After Calvin was left to die by his girlfriend, Quincy, and Jason in his past life, he was reborn on the day of the virus breakout. With his car for rescue, he took revenge, dealt with crises, and unlocked the Apocalypse Beauty Team System.

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?