by ZevaneStudio
In the year 3000, the world did not end in one disaster. It froze first. Then it burned. One month of the Ice Age.One month of extreme heat.Cold. Fire. Cold. Fire. Civilization survived war. It survived the pandemic. It survived collapsing governments, sealed borders, and the corpse of the global economy. But it could not survive hunger. Atlas Silva learned that truth too late. Once, he was a military supply businessman in the Philippines — disciplined, practical, respected, and surrounded by people he called allies. He had warehouses, contracts, weapons, food, medicine, fuel, and enough foresight to survive the first month of the apocalypse. Then the heat came. Power failed. Water vanished. Food became worth more than blood. His friends became looters. His relatives opened the gate. His family was taken from him. His entire life was destroyed for supplies that would not even last a week. As Atlas died with a black volume under his bloodied hand, he made one promise: If time, heaven, hell, or the world itself gave him another chance, he would hunt every traitor who sold his family for food. Then he opened his eyes. January 2999. One year before the apocalypse. This time, Atlas has the black volume.This time, he remembers everything.This time, his kindness has conditions. The world is preparing to freeze, burn, mutate, and awaken. Atlas is preparing too. Bunkers. Warehouses. Weapons. Water. Medicine. Family. Contracts. Kill lists. Because when the end comes again, Atlas Silva will not be a victim. He will be the last supplier of mankind. And survival will belong to whoever signs on his terms.
