
Kicked Out While My Brother Is Treated as a Messiah? I’ll Just Go Build an Eden
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Introduction
He awakened a space as vast as a mansion and was hailed by the entire family as their savior.
While I only awakened a "suitcase" and was ruthlessly drained of all my assets by my parents to support my brother, then kicked out of the house.
They mocked me cruelly: "We don't keep deadweights. Go wait for death in the 70-degree furnace outside!"
What they didn't know was that my brother's space had no preservation function—his stockpile of premium ingredients would soon rot into a pile of maggot-infested meat.
But my suitcase had upgrade attributes!
While they fought each other over a sip of putrid green water in the 200-degree hellscape,
I sat in the "Eden" I had created, watching herds of cattle and sheep, drinking ice-cold fresh milk.
Chapter 1
After being caught in a red rain, my brother Ethan and I both awakened spatial abilities.
"See this? This is what a savior gets!" Ethan snapped his fingers proudly, displaying his mansion-sized spatial ability. "Just fill this space with supplies and we can survive until the apocalypse ends."
He turned to me arrogantly. "Ryan, come on, show Mom and Dad your space."
I opened my hand, and with a thought, a small virtual space hovered above my palm.
"Pffft hahaha—!" Ethan burst into mocking laughter. "Oh God, a suitcase? Ryan, did you awaken that thing to moonlight as a delivery guy in the apocalypse? Or are you planning to help me pack a couple pairs of dirty socks?"
My father, old Davis, looked at me with disappointment. "Alright, Ryan, put away your suitcase."
"Ryan, you and your brother were both caught in that strange red rain. Ethan awakened a miracle, but you only got a suitcase." My mother Mary handed Ethan an ice-cold towel sympathetically. "You've been useless since childhood. At this critical moment of life and death, how are you still a burden?"
I tried to explain: "Dad, Mom, my space isn't as limited as it looks. It can actually—"
"Listen, Ryan, now is not the time to discuss your pathetic self-esteem." Father rudely cut me off. "Experts have said the heat wave is just the beginning. The world is entering a high-temperature apocalypse. Ethan's massive space is the Davis family's only trump card for survival!"
"So you need to contribute."
"What contribution?" I asked.
Mother stated matter-of-factly: "Transfer all your savings, and that downtown apartment your grandfather left you—contact a realtor tomorrow morning and sell it. Whatever cash we get back, all of it goes toward purchasing survival supplies for Ethan."
I wasn't surprised at all.
For as long as I could remember, my parents had always favored Ethan.
My college fund could be emptied at any time just to buy Ethan his desired Ford sports car; the down payment I'd saved after years of work would always be taken away to cover settlement fees for the messes Ethan created.
In this family, I was always the sacrifice, while Ethan was the fortunate one who enjoyed everything without ever paying a price.
"That's all my assets."
"In the face of disaster, worthless people don't need assets." Old Davis slammed the table, his voice heavy. "The rules have changed, Ryan. This is for the survival of the entire family."
Ethan stretched comfortably on the sofa and sighed. "Listen, Ryan. In apocalypse movies, there's always one savior, and I'm that savior. As my brother, as long as you do the logistics work well, I'll shelter you."
"The heat outside is about to melt the asphalt roads. I don't want to suffer out there. Take the money and run errands for me in the city, buy supplies."
Looking at my parents' cold expressions and my brother's arrogant face, my heart turned cold, and the last trace of familial affection completely severed.
"Fine." I lowered my gaze, feigning calmness. "I'll sell the apartment tomorrow, withdraw all my savings, and use everything to purchase supplies."
Mother showed a satisfied smile and walked over to adjust my collar pretentiously.
Ethan whistled proudly: "Good! Remember, I want premium wagyu canned food, top-quality purified water, and the latest portable gaming console! Get the most expensive of everything!"
None of them knew that my space could grow and upgrade.
And the condition to unlock the first level upgrade was crystal clear: complete one thousand purchasing actions.
I could use this massive shopping spree to split the supplies into a thousand portions and place them in my space.
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