[Apocalypse] [Reborn] [Many Women, Few Men] [Lawyer] [Business Management] [Otherworld] [Beautiful Girls] [Urban Farming]
Two hundred years into the Apocalypse, the cryo-pods in shelters have become hot commodities.
Dig up gold? Nothing special.
Dig up women? Now that's valuable.
Thaw them, register them, package them, resell them.
The business is legal, but rotten to the core.
I transmigrated into the young master of the family, with eight berserker maids by my side. One kick is all it takes to crush a dump truck.
I thought I'd been handed an invincible script.
Until 127 discarded women were dumped outside my home.
No money, no medicine, no doctor, no security.
The black market wanted to drag them back and sell them. The council wanted to pin the blame on me.
I didn't pull out a gun.
I pulled out a labor contract.
Sign it, and you're one of mine.
Anyone who wants to take them must tear up the contract first.
And if you tear up the contract, don't blame my maids for tearing you apart.
Lawyers are more useful than you'd think in the Apocalypse.
The title sounds like a cool article, but the text is depressing and depressing. There is no golden finger, no talent, and no system. It describes an ordinary person trying to save society in the apocalypse of moral collapse. Readers who like masochism can try to read it.
After reading a few chapters, the author's writing is very good. Tomato is one of the few articles that doesn't deliberately stir up emotions. The characters are very full.