A Grand Hotel in the Apocalypse: My Portable Space

The frustrating thing is that after painstakingly cultivating a large space, you have to start all over again. What's the use of a plant? The best thing about a portable space is that it provides absolute safety, free from external enemies. It even helped establish and maintain this hotel. After over 100 chapters, the owner came and said, "You can't stay here," and then obediently left.

The female lead is completely careless. Having a spatial ability isn't a cure-all, but she's just too stupid. Sigh.

Love at first sight? Dare to be a dog? This space is fed to dogs.

Does the author have no concept of life? One crystal core can be exchanged for three days' worth of food, three dishes and a soup per meal. So, an ordinary person could enjoy that for three days just by killing one zombie. That's at least two meals a day, how much food would that require? This deal is a complete loss.

It's a pretty good post-apocalyptic novel, but it's a pity there's a romantic pairing.

I'm currently on page 193, and the content of this book is too heavy. I didn't want to feel bad about it, so I had to give up.