Three Thousand Sanctuaries: I Don’t Want to Compete for Your Favor

The apocalypse arrived. Outside the high walls, strange creatures roamed unchecked; inside, men lived in a hellish world where women ruled and men were subservient.

While every other man was busy putting on makeup and fighting for favor to survive, I quietly set about studying the creatures.

Later, the creatures lined up behind me, and the female general’s sword snapped before my knees.

At last, this apocalyptic wasteland where women reigned supreme heard the first man’s law.

Apocalyptic matriarchy + strategy + farming