Apocalypse: My Life of Showing Off on the World Tree

I just want to be a lazybones in a treehouse.

Zombies can't bite me, floods can't drown me, ice ages can't freeze me, and meteorites can't crush me.

When I'm bored, I upgrade my elf archer girls' range.

What, you say it's overkill to shoot zombies with an anti-materiel sniper rifle?

After eating and drinking my fill, I improve the armor of my Shattered Armor Witch Guards.

What, you say it's unfair to bully mutated beasts with tank-steel armor?

When the cooldown's up, I summon a few ancient treants to chat about life.

What, you say treants over ten meters tall are too much?

I just want to live in peace on the World Tree. That's not too much to ask, is it?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.