My Monster Containment Center

[Dual Worlds] [Weird Tales] [Infinite Flow] [Wasteland Survival]

[My eyes have looked like >_- these for the past couple of days, so typing has been a bit difficult. Just a heads-up: there may not be an update on the 10th. If there's nothing tonight, see you on the 11th. ORZ]

The wasteland era has arrived. Order has collapsed, and the world lies barren.

After a dimensional collision, a strange change began to take place in secret. A tiny fraction of humanity somehow gained a mental space of their own.

Some people got an entire high-rise, while others received only a small cottage. Some acquired a fully equipped hospital, while others got nothing but a restroom. Some spaces came with powerful NPC teams, while others had nothing but a bunch of useless extras there for atmosphere.

Whatever the case, most people considered these spaces a benefit. So people often called them safe houses.

"..." Yang Duo couldn't find anything to smile about when she heard the news.

Because she had a mental space too.

But hers was a containment facility.

A monster containment facility, at that.

One full of monsters that weren't properly locked up, where NPCs dropped dead in droves at the slightest provocation.

By day, Yang Duo struggled to survive in the wasteland. At night, she was forced to face all kinds of containment missions. She angrily drew her gun.

How was this safe?!

As time passed, humanity's exploration of the "safe houses" grew ever more advanced.

They established a special network to find others like themselves, trade with one another, and investigate the deeper secrets of the "safe houses" together.

At some point, a strange account quietly appeared and gradually drew everyone's attention.

Specializing in monster rentals, with anomalous containment as a side business. The former has fixed prices; the latter is negotiable.

No one knew who was behind the account, and those who had dealt with its owner kept their lips sealed. Some thought she was putting on airs; others mocked her for seeking attention.

That was until the day the secrets of the safe houses were finally revealed. Every space-holder had become a target for what they possessed, and was hunted down.

As the tower teetered on the brink of collapse, in a corner no one cared about, the long-silent Yang Duo finally rose to her feet.

Rising with her was a vast swarm of monsters, as dark as a storm cloud.

Like a black flame, they swept past cries of anguish and through the crowd, proudly advancing toward the greater nightmare ahead.

Core theme: Fear not that you have no kindred spirits ahead. There will always be others who come after you.