The back door of my hotel is randomly refreshed in the apocalyptic ruins at midnight every night.
The survivors exchanged the crystal cores for a bowl of hot rice, and I used the crystal cores to pay the electricity bill.
Later, the Valkyrie worked as a security guard for me, the scientist washed my vegetables, and my healing sister took care of my food, clothing, housing, and transportation.
The apocalyptic forces jointly put pressure on me to hand over management rights.
I smiled: "This door belongs to the owner, don't you want to give it a try?"
