[Highly Immersive First Person] [Reborn] [Apocalypse] [Otherworld] [Stockpiling] [Fortress] [Superpowers] [Dormitory]
While everyone else is stockpiling canned food, I'm making deals with another world.
It starts with strange knocking sounds, then I accidentally open the door to another world.
A terrifying conspiracy woven from a web of fungi is quietly unfolding.
The dorm's defenses aren't strong enough? I'll build them myself. If you want something done, do it yourself.
The dorm leaders hold a meeting to make rules? I am the rules.
You want to burn down my dorm with gasoline? I'll burn your whole stronghold to the ground.
And the people who killed me in my previous life are crying and begging outside the door.
This time, I'll settle every debt, with interest.
I stroke the walls, now soft and warm, almost like flesh, and smile. Before I settle the score, I need to figure out one thing: between me and my dorm, which one of us is raising the other?
