The old days come and the rules are rewritten. Humanity's strongest emotions have become the breeding ground for monsters and their last weapons.
Despair breeds tentacles, greed distorts the body, and loneliness attracts whispers.
And my family is bound by a being who calls himself "Family Core". It says that our strength comes from our home itself.
As a result, the style of survival in the apocalypse suddenly changed:
While others are struggling to fight against mutants, our family works together to "make soy sauce";
While others avoid mental pollution, we rely on "exposing private money" to break through the illusion;
Others build icy fortresses, we restore an old photo to upgrade our "home".
They call us "ethical practitioners" and mock the power of tenderness until we suppress the children of evil gods with "the gazes of seven aunts and eight aunts" and purify polluted places with "the aroma of reunion dinner".
This is a "Family Ethics Guardian Manual" from the ruins of doomsday.
Rule 1: Remember, love is concrete. To be specific, the bottle of soy sauce cannot be missing in the apocalypse.
