Survival in the Women's Dorm: They Force Me to Expand the Family

The apocalypse arrives, and zombies surround the school.

All the girls are trapped in the dormitory building. The only guy on campus, me, awakens the apocalypse's one and only "Spread Your Leaves" System.

They call me shameless and lecherous, and treat me like a monster.

Until the survival supplies run out and the rules quietly appear:

[To survive, you must form the deepest bonds with him]

[Every bond you forge will grant you power to fight the apocalypse]

The haughty campus belle knocks on my door late at night, her eyes darting away. "The System says... only you can give me an ability."

The aloof senior grips her bedsheet, her voice trembling. "Don't get the wrong idea. This is just... a survival strategy."

The gentle counselor adjusts her glasses, unnaturally composed. "From a probabilistic perspective, you are the optimal solution for humanity's continuation."

I look at the girls who once avoided me at all costs, but now have no choice but to approach me.

This isn't love. It's the most naked law of survival in the apocalypse.

And I am their only spark of hope.

Later, the zombie horde bears down, and despair engulfs the entire dormitory building.

I stand on the rooftop, with all the girls whose fates are bound to mine behind me.

The System's prompt rings out coldly:

[Bond value maxed. Begin the final evolution: rebuild civilization in the name of love?]

There is no morality in the apocalypse, only survival and continuation.

And I am forced to become the sole king of this kingdom of women.