The Wasteland Isn’t Even Halfway Through, and the Badass Has Already Founded a Nation

Lei Hanye never dreamed of becoming an apocalypse warlord. All he wanted was to stay in his own little courtyard and keep his family safe.

When black mist swallowed civilization and danger smashed through his gate, he grabbed a weapon and shouldered the burden, protecting the old and weak in his courtyard. He even took in the neighbors from the alley, and his circle of protection kept growing. Mu Shuya, whom he rescued from the ruins, also became someone he instinctively wanted to protect.

“Mu Shuya, when did you become someone I have to protect?”

Before he could finish, she reached out and pulled him into her arms. “You saved me, so don't even think about ditching me for the rest of my life.”

Lei Hanye bristled at once. “Let's get one thing straight: I'm not getting married!”

“Funny, neither am I,” she said with a sly smile. “But you can have a girlfriend, and I can have a boyfriend.”

“I won't give up my whole field of flowers for you.”

“That's fine. I'll give up my whole forest for you. That's enough.”