Protecting My Precious One

No CP, no CP, no CP.

Before the apocalypse began, a magical “Baby House” appeared in the apocalyptic world.

Let’s see how these adorable children survive inside the Baby House. They include expectant mothers who have only just become pregnant, infants crying to be fed, and toddlers taking their first steps. They will stay until they turn nineteen, when they finally leave the “Baby House.”

“If we scatter the seeds of humanity to every corner of the universe, then our species will never become extinct!” Those words were like a bolt of lightning splitting the dark night sky, instantly rekindling the fading flame of hope in everyone’s hearts.

At that very moment, every person present was overcome with excitement. Their eyes widened as they fixed their gaze on several identical-looking spaceships. Those ships carried the last hope and future of all humanity.

Everyone knew all too well that if they stayed on this long-abandoned, resource-depleted, lifeless planet, death was the only thing waiting for them. It was merely a question of when. After all, so many years had passed, and ever since the food RV that symbolized life and vitality had mysteriously disappeared, not a single new life had been born on this planet. Day after day, year after year, the population continued to dwindle, with no new generation in sight. If this went on, humanity’s extinction would be inevitable.

And yet, the appearance of these spaceships before them gave everyone a glimmer of hope.