[Infinite flow + apocalypse + hoarding supplies + powerhouse protagonist + strong heroine + no romance]
When humanity is swept into a brutal, infinite killing game, everyone else scrambles to find weapons, form teams, and fight over resources.
I, meanwhile, am assigned just six square meters of absolute safety from the start.
These six square meters have no windows and no exit, yet are governed by absolute rules that can keep out any god or monster.
While players outside slaughter one another over half a moldy loaf of bread, I sit in my six-square-meter sanctuary, eating hot pot and singing.
While indescribable horrors roar outside my door, trying to tear through space, I draw the curtains and sleep soundly until morning.
In this infinite world where human lives are worthless, my six square meters are the only utopia, and a forbidden zone feared by every god.
