Gaasuja

Destiny has not been kind to Axel Carter. After graduating from college five years ago, he's still unemployed and spends time playing games on his outdated computer.
His favorite game is Project Axiom, a colony simulation set in a futuristic world destroyed by a doomsday event. Entities called the roots of evil emerged in various corners of the world and gave birth to monsters that caused great chaos.
The main objective of the game is to form a colony to survive. You must manage them to find food and other needs, as well as make them able to survive the threats of fellow humans, rogue robots, and monsters from the roots of evil.
Unfortunately, the developer abandoned the game while it was still in beta.
One day, Axel had a heart attack due to fatigue from playing games non-stop for almost two days. He was then reincarnated as a companion drone in the world of Project Axiom.
In that cruel world, Axel builds a colony of various beings, humans and robots alike. He also discovered many new features in that world that he didn't find in the Project Axiom he was familiar with. It's like he's playing a more complete version of the game.
Can Axel bring his colony to thrive and survive? Is there something more in that world? Will he be able to find the answer to why he was transported to that world? What exactly are the roots of evil?

Project Axiom: A Post-Apocalyptic Colony Sim Game

Liz looked at the various objects on the floor: special fabrics, small electronic components, and metal plates.


"This may be what you call feeling excited." The mechanic muttered. "I'm really looking forward to building Ciara's new custom outfit."


"Yeah, I'm excited, too," I replied. "I don't want Ciara to get hurt like that time."


The mechanic was silent for a moment. "Is it just my feelings? Why do you sound sad, Axel?"


"I didn't expect those words to come out of you."


"No." Azalea approached us. "Since he arrived yesterday, I feel something is different about Axel."


The flora girl knelt in front of me, giving her gentle caresses to my body. "You can tell me anything."


"There's nothing." I sighed and hovered towards the roof. As much as possible, I want to avoid conversations that irritate me.


But Azalea still followed me. With a slightly firmer tone, I asked her. "Please, don't follow me…."


53 – The Purpose