There Are Eight Maids at the Beginning. Do You Call This a Wasteland?

[End Times] [Rebirth] [More Women and Fewer Men] [Lawyer] [Management] [Alternate World] [Beautiful Girl] [Urban Farming] Two hundred years after the end of the world, the shelter's cryopod has become a hot commodity. It is not uncommon to find gold. Women are valuable only if they are dug out. Unfreeze, register, package, resell. This business is legal, but immoral. I traveled through time and became a young master, surrounded by eight berserker maids, crushing a dump truck with one foot. I thought I was getting an invincible script. Until one hundred and twenty-seven abandoned women were dumped at my doorstep. No money, no medicine, no doctor, no security. The black market wants to drag people back and sell them, and the council wants to put the blame on me. I didn't draw my gun. I pulled out a labor contract. ——If you sign, you are my person. Whoever wants to rob someone should break the contract first. If you dare to break the contract, don't blame my maid for breaking it. Lawyers are more useful than imagined in the last days.