Kicked Out of the Vault? The Ungrateful Socialite Begs Me to Open the Door

Bound to a divine anti-entropy shelter, with the temperature outside plunging to minus 150 degrees, all my attributes and trillions of supplies are multiplying a hundredfold!

I was a star fitness coach. Just after escorting 18 glamorous female clients into a fallout shelter, I turned around and was thrown out by my gold-digging ex-girlfriend and a top-tier star working together!

But those self-important little princesses don't know that an underground shelter without heating is a giant ice coffin, while my private safehouse stays at a comfortable 26 degrees and serves lavish feasts every day!