Surviving the Global Fog, I Collect Rent from My Shelter

The Age of Mists begins, and the apocalypse arrives. While everyone else fights desperately to kill monsters and level up, Lin Yang awakens a "peace-loving" talent: a shelter.

A shabby little building, a few dozen rudimentary beds, no danger, no mist, and you can shower and sleep.

"One Mist Crystal a day. No haggling."

The whole internet calls him a heartless capitalist, profiteering from disaster, a bloodsucker of the apocalypse.

But they can complain all they like. They still scramble for a bed. One moment, a high-level big shot is cursing him; the next, he's fighting another big shot over a spot.

As the shelter levels up, there are more and more beds, and the tenants get more and more formidable. Lin Yang, the landlord, decides he should find a few landladies to help him manage the place.

Like his always-stern university professor, his beautiful classmate, his gentle older neighbor, his adorable junior schoolmate...

It's the apocalypse, after all. You can trust people you know.

[Have you slept today? - No, I'm still in line.]

[Hard fists are no match for a hard bed.]

[Everyone who's stayed here says it's great. They just can't afford to live here.]

[I'm not heartless. I just don't like giving discounts.]

[The landlord is here! Now we have a capitalist!]

[You can't imagine how much fun being a landlord is!]