The doomsday is coming, and everyone is frantically scrambling for houses and underground bunkers.
Instead, I quietly slipped into an abandoned factory locker.
Until acid rain came, earthquakes raged, and many "safe houses" collapsed one after another.
And I was nestled in the locker, looking at the solid alloy door that had just been upgraded to level two, and taking a leisurely sip of hot soup.
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The protagonist doesn't even need to eat or stock up on food. There's no sense of life at all.
The protagonist doesn't even need to eat or stock up on food. There's no sense of life at all.