[Apocalypse] Rebirth of a Weakling Shut-In

This is an embarrassing old fic. Please, everyone, don't read it, waaaah!! - - - - - - - - - One day, shut-in otaku Mao Xiaomi went out to buy a few packs of instant noodles, and then... He transmigrated to the apocalypse. Damn it, I haven't even caught up on the new anime! I want to go home! What? Hot guys? Zombies? Underground cities? A golden finger? Aliens? Huh, looks like I can even be reborn! But why do you want me to farm? At least this world still has time machines. But does it really have to be so hard to get one? I seriously just want to go home, catch up on new anime, and watch my goddess drink orange juice... [tears streaming down my face] There are way too many crazy plot twists, snarky commentary, and [boy love] moments. This is the story of a weak otaku whose life explodes in the apocalypse, who gives everything he's got [including his chrysanthemum] to reverse his transmigration, and ultimately XX. It's the story of a goofy, fiery bottom who gets taken down by a cool, collected, domineering top, and then [BEEP, ]. It's a story with zombies, farming, little dumplings, and interstellar travel [...what a hassle]. Mm. If you happen to pass by, please bookmark it and vote! Please follow my author page. Cool off this summer with a bowl of cold liangpi noodles. If you like it, please bookmark it~ My author page: This novel will be going VIP this Wednesday, July 10. Three chapters will be updated that day, and the reverse-VIP section starts at Chapter 26, so don't buy the wrong chapters! I hope you'll continue to support me! Also, for now, I can only promise three updates a week... I'm... so sorry! A tiger-style face-down kowtow of thanks to Pa Pa Pa Da Ren for drawing Fang Qing's character design. It's gorgeous: Intended message: