Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again. Chapter 3: So, it is a system.

Moon strode towards Sunshine, seizing her hand. "Where is it? Where are you keeping it?" she shrieked. Sunshine yanked her hand away and slapped her cousin. The meek Sunshine was gone; that fool had perished in the apocalypse. "Cousin, you must regain your composure." She aggressively shook Moon, shoving her against the wall with the intent of fracturing her skull. Visions of her cousin's treachery flooded Sunshine's mind. The recollections fueled her rage, and her grip tightened around Moon's throat. Despite Moon's desperate attempts to break free, Sunshine's hold only intensified. Something struck the back of Sunshine's head, causing her to wince. Releasing Moon, she spun around, her eyes blazing with an infernal fury as she fixed them upon her aunt, Rowena. Rowena had never witnessed such animosity nor sensed such a chilling aura of danger. "She's lost it; Sunshine has gone mad!" Rowena cried out. Circumventing Sunshine, Rowena grasped Moon's hand and pulled her from the bedroom, allowing them to escape Sunshine's violent outburst. "This is precisely why I advised you not to marry Cassius! She intends to murder you all because of that fool," Rowena reprimanded her daughter as they fled the premises. Moon, still reeling from Sunshine's assault, accepted her mother's explanation as truth. A pained smile touched her lips, despite the ache in her neck. Regardless of the circumstances, she refused to abandon Cassius. He represented her path to a prosperous existence during the apocalypse. Back in the bedroom, Sunshine managed to regain her composure. She opened a mechanics manual that had been tossed aside. A large, square-shaped cutout within its pages concealed a wooden box. She retrieved the box, a triumphant smile gracing her features. Moon had searched exhaustively but never thought to examine the books. This particular volume had belonged to her grandfather, passed down through her mother, and contained the hidden compartment and box. Inside the box lay the bracelet, another treasured heirloom from her grandfather. Securing the door and windows, Sunshine sat in a chair, contemplating the bracelet and its peculiar significance. She tried to recall any unusual occurrences surrounding her gifting the bracelet to Cassius. No specifics came to mind. However, she vividly remembered the countless novels she had devoured during the apocalypse. Some featured themes of rebirth, while others centered on protagonists possessing magical spaces. Hadn't Moon mentioned Cassius having an inexhaustible supply of resources? Could this charm be a spatial artifact? She recalled encountering individuals in the apocalypse who possessed space abilities, capable of storing vast quantities of supplies. With a surge of excitement and a racing heart, she pricked her finger with a sewing needle from her desk, letting a drop of blood fall onto the gem at the bracelet's center. In the briefest of moments, she felt a serpentine sensation slithering up her hand. Looking down, she saw nothing, but a sharp mental pain pierced her consciousness, accompanied by a mechanical voice. "Repairman system activated. Initiating binding sequence." Sunshine collapsed to her knees, clutching her head as an unbearable pressure, akin to a drill boring into her skull without anesthesia, overwhelmed her. "User synced. Host acceptable. Symbiosis initiated." Biting her lip fiercely to stifle a scream, Sunshine knew attracting attention would alert Moon. "Symbiosis complete. Greetings, Sunshine. I am System RFK 210." The intense mental agony receded, replaced by a dull, throbbing ache, reminiscent of a severe hangover. "Discomfort detected in host. Repairing immediately," the mechanical voice transmuted into a crisp, human-like tone brimming with overconfidence. A fleeting coolness enveloped Sunshine's head, then vanished, taking the headache with it. The relief allowed her to calm down, and she resumed her seat. "What are you?" she inquired. "I am a multidimensional repairman system, host. My function is to assist you in repairing anything. I can establish connections to other dimensions, facilitating matches with individuals requiring your services. Additionally, I provide a personal space for storing tools, equipment, and other possessions." In the blink of an eye, Sunshine found herself standing in a vast, empty expanse, its shelves barren. The space seemed boundless and hollow, resembling an endless corridor stretching into darkness at its edges. It took her a moment to process this revelation, and when she did, an overwhelming wave of elation washed over her. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she whispered, her fists pumping the air in triumph. With this spatial ability, she could effectively stockpile resources for the apocalypse. Envy towards those with similar powers was now obsolete; she possessed her own. It was little wonder Cassius had attained such strength; he must have leveraged this very asset.

"Host, all successful repairs will earn you points. These points can be utilized to upgrade both the items you fix and this entire space, along with the system itself. As a welcome gift to assist you in your mission, you will receive a starter package.

This package includes a multi-language system user manual, a universal translation earbud, a portable tool belt equipped with a drill, a spanner, a screwdriver, a tape measure, a fusion welder, and a hammer. Additionally, you are granted ten points, marking your arrival as the newest repairman in the universe.

The system has identified numerous items in your vicinity requiring repair. Host, would you like to commence a new mission at this time?"

Sunshine surveyed the disheveled bedroom. Moon had apparently broken nearly everything in her frantic search for the bracelet. Perhaps, Sunshine mused, Moon had inadvertently done her a favor. It might have been wiser to remain concealed and allow Moon to cause even more destruction.

As a mechanical engineering student with prior part-time experience in construction, a garage, and a carpentry workshop, tackling repairs like these presented no significant challenge. With the system's aid, she felt capable of fixing anything, from vehicles to weaponry.

She envisioned herself reclaiming her position as the apocalypse queen, but this time, she vowed not to be the naive individual who suffered injury, disfigurement, betrayal, and exploitation. Selfishness would be her guiding principle; all the resources at her disposal would be dedicated to her own protection.

She gathered a shattered cup, torn clothing, a broken laptop, two damaged lamps, and a jewelry box. Moving to the storage area, she collected all the items stored within. Tomorrow, she would focus on devising strategies for generating income, accumulating provisions, and enacting her retribution against the foolish Cassius.

She then dematerialized into the system space, resolving to begin with the jewelry box. "Let's commence," she declared with resolute determination.

A display materialized before her eyes, presenting her vital statistics.

[Repairman: Sunshine Raine

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Planet: {private}

Level: 1 {0/50}

Class: {Beginner}

Repair Success Rate: {Unknown}

Expertise: {Unknown}

Favored Tool: {Unknown}

Weakness: {Unknown}

Speed: {Unknown}

Intelligence: {10/100}

Worlds Visited: {0}]

"System, please elucidate these details."

"This information is being integrated into the servers of the universal repairmen network. It serves as the method by which your potential clients will locate you. Your current location and planet are designated as private, but you possess the option to modify this setting if you so choose."

"No, thank you," she responded instantly.

What if some extraterrestrial warlord took a dislike to her work and decided to track her down? The thought of being effortlessly dispatched by a six-eyed alien or a 'little gray man' was unappealing.

"The 'Unknown' fields will be clarified. Such data will be populated as you advance. As the system progresses in level, you will gain the ability to briefly journey to other worlds to directly engage with your clients, should you desire. Through the accumulation of points and consistent practice, you can enhance your speed. Intelligence can be augmented by acquiring points and engaging in study."

Having absorbed this information, Sunshine, or Suni as she was commonly known, flexed her fingers. The plans for dispatching Moon and accumulating wealth would need to be temporarily deferred; acquiring points was now her immediate priority.