Chapter Thirty-Five
Crow sat on the edge of his bed, his cold eyes locked onto the faint blue system timer floating before him:
[Time Until World Fusion: 365 Days, 22 Hours, 50 Minutes]
He clenched his fist.
Thanks to his title [Reincarnated Person],
all his stats, skills, and powers still worked in the real world.
While everyone else was living normally, clueless about the upcoming apocalypse, Crow was already preparing.
He knew exactly what would happen.
When the fusion occurred,
the entire population would be forcibly transported into the game world —
without food, without water, without armies, and without any clue how to survive.
They would be weak.
Confused.
Helpless.
Crow would be the only one ready.
He left his apartment immediately.
His goal was clear:
massive stockpiles.
He rented several warehouses across the country using fake identities.
With terrifying speed, he bought trillions of tons of supplies:
100 Trillion Tons of food — dried goods, grains, nutrient capsules, meat, seeds, anything that could survive storage. 999 Trillion Tons of purified water — stored in massive tanks and deep containers inside his Endless Dominion.
Thanks to his SSS Rank Pocket Dimension and SSS Rank Endless Dominion,
space was infinite.
The storage alone that would bankrupt entire nations was nothing but a drop of water for him.
And no one even noticed.
He simply vanished supplies right off the shelves, transferring them into his hidden world with a thought.
Nine days passed like that.
While others worried about mundane life,
Crow worked relentlessly in silence.
The world thought he was wasting time and money.
They had no idea.
Inside his dominion, the fields now overflowed with mountains of food supplies and oceans of crystal-clear water reservoirs.
He checked the timer again:
[Time Until World Fusion: 356 Days, 22 Hours, 12 Minutes]
Almost ten days gone.
Still plenty of time.
But Crow was far from finished.
Food and water were just the beginning.
He needed more.
More weapons.
More energy cores.
More fortresses.
He would build a true empire before the weaklings even realized the world had changed.
Crow stepped into the swirling portal of his Endless Dominion, his expression calm and ruthless.
It was time to stockpile armies next.