[Apocalypse] [Survival] [System] [Goddesses] [No Goody-Two-Shoes]
The apocalypse arrives, and I, a food delivery guy, awaken the Safe House System.
The million-follower internet celebrity I once thought was far out of my league now kneels and begs me to open the door.
“Want to come in? Sure.”
I point to her long legs in black stockings. “Give me everything you have in exchange for a chance to survive.”
The goddess of yesteryear has become my personal maid.
The rich second-generation kids who once looked down on me now kowtow before me for a single piece of bread.
In this crumbling world, I am the only order!
