I Have a Sanctuary

George transmigrates to the Middle Ages and becomes a baron. He also inherits the legacy of the God of Shelter.

But he discovers that this world is not only shrouded in dense fog: famine and the apocalypse await him as well!

[I've eaten the last half-loaf of black bread. If I can't find food today, I'll have no choice but to take this broken hammer and walk into the fog.]

“I hope today's diary won't be my final words.” George sets down his pen and looks outside through the breach in the bedroom wall of his castle.

The fog churns beyond the walls, and torrential rain pours down.