With a Max-Level Pocket Dimension, I Thrive in the Apocalypse

No author of the apocalypse dares to write like this. I tell others in a big way that I have supplies, a great saintly novel, and a heroine who died a tragic death and was reborn. She can still do such low-level saintly things. The previous lessons have no effect!

It's not good-looking. Both the male and female protagonists are too holy. Others want to kill you many times, but I just won't kill you. I will take care of this and that. In the previous life, she said that she died because of the exposure of space. In this life, she will show her other world at some supernatural conference. Even all the supplies that were stored before the end of the world were clearly placed in the space, but later they were said to be placed in the basement of a suburban manor and villa, and others stole them all. What the hell is this? Also, the heroine is a complete fool. She is caught in the institute time and time again and has no memory at all. She is super incompetent.

The heroine is too holy. She kills enemies and loses control at every critical moment. The vicious female counterpart is even stronger than the male and female protagonists. The heroine seems to have no brains and doesn't distinguish between good and bad. The hero must have a little bit of a love brain (I haven't finished it yet, but I've just read Chapter 59).

The male and female protagonists will make people mad, and the female protagonist is the Holy Mother.

Indescribable

The names of several characters are full of plastic night market stalls in the urban-rural fringe area, which is familiar and confusing. After listening to it for a long time, I feel that my head is full of buzzing, Ting, Qing, Qing, Ping, generous gift crab.

Done! Very well written! Like

I'm so angry looking at it

It doesn't sound good at all. Rory is so verbose.

Kill the Virgin first in the last days. The Virgin must die. I can't stand it anymore.