Past life, I was a hated capitalist. Betrayed and locked in a -112 degree office tower to die, only my assistant Ethan Cross tried to save me. Reborn a month before the freeze, I grabbed his tie: 'No more reports. You get a 10x raise. Just stay alive!' We both awakened. I cashed out 600 million USD, dumped 300 million in debt on the traitors, and built a mountain bunker. When the world froze, my enemies fought over crumbs while I relaxed in my 79-degree room with wine and strawberries. Over the megaphone, I told the begging traitors: 'Sorry, you are laid off.' Meanwhile, my wimpy assistant became the God of Slaughter, destroying raiders and turning foes into ice. Whispering in my ear, he said, 'Boss, my KPI tomorrow is to love you 10,000 times.'
