I Thought You Were My Storage Space, But You...

Bai Qi is a severe chuunibyou.

After unexpectedly obtaining a pocket dimension: Hahahaha! I'm the chosen one!

Stockpile supplies, stockpile supplies, stockpile as many supplies as possible.

After the great cataclysm, life across the globe underwent a massive evolution, and humanity's living space was steadily squeezed away.

Bai Qi: It's my turn to take the stage!

He opens his storage space and pulls out his supplies.

Pulls out... supplies?

Supplies?!

Where did that huge pile of supplies I worked so hard to save go?!

It's just... gone?!

Top: I have a magical little house. It can make all sorts of wonderful things, including a wife. :)

Bottom: My supplies! [Cursing and grumbling.jpg]

Apocalyptic world x primitive world, technology x resources. A perfect match~

Reader's Guide:

1. A self-indulgent, melodramatic trope-filled story, written to unwind after work.

2. The top and bottom are in love across worlds. There's less romance and more infrastructure-building, with a focus on building things through collective effort.

3. The whole world knows Bai Qi's supplies were stolen, but don't tell him. Shh~

4. Entirely fictional. Entirely fictional. The whole story is made up.

Theme: A happy life comes from working with your own two hands