The first NPC in the game world to develop autonomous consciousness has gone to the end of the world.
Face an apocalyptic world where zombies are running around, rats are as big as dogs, plants want to eat meat, and human life is lighter than grass. Especially the position of one's own NPC.
So, young hero, can you pick up some soap for me?
Plot flow, upgrade flow, adventure, and light romance scenes. Serious drama.
Special statement: I will focus more on writing the story of the end of the world, and will not pay too much attention to the struggle for hegemony and love.