[Apocalypse + Rebirth + Spatial Storage + Revenge + Anti-Hero Ruthless + Decisive Killing + Goddesses + Stockpiling]
Global freeze, doomsday descends. Cliff Andrews is murdered by his wife and best friend—then he wakes up two weeks before the end.
My name is Cliff Andrews. When you read this, I’ve already come back…
The world ends in fifteen days, but I’m not panicking—I’ve stockpiled ten billion credits’ worth of supplies.
This time, every traitor will pay.
Bookmark me, add to shelf, and watch me flip the script—beat the cheating dogs senseless, live like a king in the apocalypse, and climb to the peak.
Hey, all I wanted was to hoard goods and get even—so why are all these goddesses sprinting to my door?
