As soon as I mentioned the doomsday survival system, I was thrown into the ruins of a nuclear war.
I built a city while others picked up garbage, summoned modern factories, and built a high-tech empire with my bare hands.
Just as he was about to enjoy the treatment of a theocratic monarch, an alien fleet suddenly came to the city.
What's even more outrageous is that they actually handed over a letter of recognition:
"Your Majesty, you are the designated heir of high-dimensional civilization. Please lead us... Back to the center of the galaxy!"
Me:? ? ?
