My House Loves to Travel [Apocalyptic Worlds]

Ming Luo graduated straight into unemployment. Her standards for jobs kept dropping, her rented home was farther and farther from the city center, her hair got thinner, and her weight climbed thanks to junk food and takeout.

Just after New Year's, Ming Luo was ruthlessly fired again, after working overtime throughout the holiday. In that moment, she felt as though the world was so big, yet had no room for her.

With survival pressing in, Ming Luo moved again, renting a new place in an extremely remote location, but at least the price was reasonable.

She holed up at home for several days, then finally pulled herself together and prepared to go job-hunting again. She was even ready to wash dishes or deliver takeout.

But when she opened the door, the world outside had changed. She... had transmigrated. Or, more accurately, her newly rented house had transmigrated!

A desert world with little rain and parched earth, a freezing Ice Age, a zombie-ridden apocalypse, a mutant world after nuclear fallout, a Jurassic era crawling with dinosaurs, a cultivation world where spiritual energy was fading...

Ming Luo: "..." Just how much did the heavens hate her? All she wanted was a job and a simple life! Why was that so hard?

What? In the apocalypse, one packet of instant noodles could be traded for a gold ring? A bottle of water could sell for three thousand in the desert! You don't mean yen, do you?

Ming Luo sat bolt upright, though she was on her deathbed. Why look for a job? To hell with washing dishes and delivering takeout!

What? The landlord plans to sell the house?

Ming Luo: "Name your price. I'll pay in full."

A story about running a business, stockpiling supplies, surviving, and enjoying life!

Theme: Even when life takes an unexpected turn, live it to the fullest.