[Apocalypse stockpiling + recruiting maids + power reversal]
Disaster strikes, food runs out, and society’s order collapses completely.
The campus beauty who once held herself above everyone else is now kneeling before him, begging for just one bite to eat.
Some are brought to him by boyfriends driven to despair, while others willingly take the title of “maid” in exchange for protection.
In a world without morality or law, supplies mean power, and food means dignity.
With the warehouse he stocked in advance, he rises from an ordinary man to the king of supplies in the apocalypse.
The weak beg humbly to survive; the proud are willing to become maids.
He only smiles coldly: Bow your head, or die.
Very pretty