[Reborn] + [Apocalypse Survival] + [Adorable Kids Repaying Their Mother] + [Strong Female Lead Power Fantasy] + [Hoarding Supplies] + [Base Building] + [More Children, More Blessings] + [Invincible] + [Face-Slapping] + [Storage Space]
Zhu Manman had died once, killed by the person she trusted most in the eighth year of the apocalypse. When she opened her eyes again, the fog had yet to descend, the zombies had yet to come, and she was standing at the entrance to a shelter with three babies in her belly. In her previous life, she had risked everything to protect everyone, only to be thrown out like a useless burden and starve to death. This time? She couldn't be bothered to explain a single thing. She'd stock up on what needed stocking up and settle whatever needed settling. Anyone who got in her way could get lost. The people at the shelter thought a pregnant woman would be a burden and kicked her out in front of everyone. She left with a smile, taking the key to the supply warehouse with her. An abandoned kindergarten classroom became a mobile fortress where she could grow vegetables, store goods, and live. She took in orphans and opened an apocalypse daycare: a farming team, a water-purification team, and a security team, with her three babies as the team leaders. Every child she took in made the babies stronger. While ability users fought tooth and nail over a single crystal core, the cores in her classroom were already piled into a small mountain. The mysterious man who had never shown his face, the leader of the apocalypse's largest base, finally followed the resonance of the three babies' abilities to her door. The moment he pushed open the classroom door, the three babies called out in unison, "Daddy." He looked at the room full of orphans, the repaired generator, and the attendance sheet on the blackboard, then fell silent for a long time. "You did the work of an entire base all by yourself?"