My Reborn Bro Is Busy Becoming a Warlord—He Doesn’t Know the Deep Freeze Lasts Only 30 Days
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In my last life, a friend I’d trusted for ten years drove a knife into my heart over a single biscuit. When I opened my eyes again, we had both been reborn—right before the extreme freeze arrived.
He was convinced the apocalypse had come. He borrowed from loan sharks, rented a massive warehouse to hoard supplies, and even crowned himself king during the icebound period, killing without mercy.
But he didn’t know the truth:
This disaster would end completely after only thirty days.
While he taunted me like a madman, I didn’t expose him. I calmly requested thirty days of paid leave from my company.
This time, I’ll sit in a warm, climate-controlled room and watch—when the state machine restarts on day thirty—how he drops to his knees and sobs in despair.
He was convinced the apocalypse had come. He borrowed from loan sharks, rented a massive warehouse to hoard supplies, and even crowned himself king during the icebound period, killing without mercy.
But he didn’t know the truth:
This disaster would end completely after only thirty days.
While he taunted me like a madman, I didn’t expose him. I calmly requested thirty days of paid leave from my company.
This time, I’ll sit in a warm, climate-controlled room and watch—when the state machine restarts on day thirty—how he drops to his knees and sobs in despair.
