George transmigrates to the Middle Ages and becomes a baron. He also inherits the legacy of the God of Shelter.
But he soon discovers that the world is not only shrouded in dense fog. Famine and the apocalypse are waiting for him, too!
【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 mist.】
“I hope today’s diary won’t be my last words.” George set down his pen and looked outside through the hole in the castle bedroom wall.
The fog churned beyond, and rain poured down in sheets.
