My dog died. Victor Lane left it outside at minus 100 degrees Celsius, and it froze to death.
When I found its tiny body, it was still scratching at the door, its form stiff as stone.
"Victor, my dog, never leaves the bedroom! What does this have to do with you!" Victor replied smugly, "I'm allergic to dogs. Just knowing there's one inside makes me uncomfortable." His close friend Max Carter, unable to tolerate it anymore, slapped Victor, only for his coat to be torn off by his sister and thrown outside.
Soon after, Max also froze to death.
Holding Max’s rigid body, I cried uncontrollably. Max brushed away my icy tears and said, "Don’t cry, I’m simply heading back now."
Suddenly, a system prompt echoed in my mind: "Congratulations, host, for surviving the apocalypse for ten years. You may now choose death to leave the apocalypse and receive a system reward of one billion."
"If the host dies, the fortress and vast resource trove you created will vanish with you. Do you confirm your choice to die and leave?"
"Confirm."
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Max and I were both transmigrators; we crossed over to the very start of the apocalyptic freeze.
Max became a servant in the richest family, while I had a far better fortune.
I became the fake young master raised by the richest family for twenty years, and even had a system with me.
The year we arrived, the family had just located their true young master, Victor, who had been switched at birth.
From then on, I, the fake young master Alan Grant, lived in constant caution within this household.
Even the fortress and immense trove of supplies I built for them through the system were believed to be Victor’s blessings.
I had a lovable puppy, but the day Victor returned, he ordered me to throw it away.
To appease him, I kept the dog hidden in my room, only letting it out after everyone was asleep.
Yesterday I accidentally bumped into Victor on the stairs, and today he tossed my dog outside.
When I confronted him with the dog’s frozen body, he immediately laughed and admitted it.
My sister defended him, saying, "It was just an animal. It’s dead, so what?"
Victor added, "Yes, that little beast should’ve died long ago! Keeping it just wasted food!"
My mother looked at me with scorn, "Alan, if not for your brother, you’d be frozen or starved. It’s one thing to be ungrateful, but yelling at him over a mere beast?"
My father scoffed, "He must’ve been fed too well growing up. No dinner for him tonight!"
Furious, I cried, "All the supplies and this fortress came from the system. Victor had nothing to do with it!" "What does that matter!"
"You’ve survived comfortably for ten years all thanks to me!" my older sister said sharply, "Alan, you really need help. What nonsense system? Everything we have is because Alan is our lucky star!"
"Lucky star? He’s a vicious villain!" Victor slapped me hard: "You bastard, always trying to steal my fortune!" Max instantly slapped him back: "You’re the bastard!" Victor clutched his face, nearly hysterical: "A servant dares strike the master! Outrageous!" My sister, seeing Victor’s swollen cheek, erupted in fury.
"Our Grant family sheltered you for ten years, and you dare strike my brother!"
"I hit him because he bullied Alan!"
"Guards, strip him and throw him out!"
