Zenanicher

[Congratulations! The system will guide you to find a handsome and kind husband in the apocalypse!]

After being killed by the demon king, the demon queen had a second chance to live in the body of a woman in the apocalyptic world, Medeia Vega.

Their planet has apparently been hit by cosmic radiation, causing living things to mutate and develop unique abilities.

People with weak mental states couldn't keep their humanity and turned into monsters, while the survivors had to fight those monsters endlessly to stay alive.

Her main mission in that world was to find a kind-hearted husband, but it just so happened that Medeia also built a safe haven for people.

Would she be able to find the man of her dreams in the apocalypse?
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[Before dating a kind hearted man, you should also have a pure heart!]
"Fuck."
[Foul language detected! Penalty minus 20 points!]
"Damn you—"
[Foul language detected! Penalty minus 30 points!]
"You shitty system, how dare you keep reducing my point?! I hope you rot in hell, you bastard!"
[Foul language detected! Bad curse detected! Penalty minus 100 points!!!]

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NOTE: This is not HAREM story

The story is set in a post-apocalypse mutated world, so there will be;
- monsters
- mutant abilities
- action
- romance
- smut?? let's see~
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The cover is mine, please don't use it!

Surviving the Apocalypse: All I Want Is to Find a Husband

She stepped toward the cargo motorcycle, pulling back the tarp, half-expecting to see her there.

But there was nothing. Just a heap of dirty clothes.

Sharon's breath hitched. She pressed both hands to her face, her body shaking. Then, the dam broke. An ugly sob came out of her throat.

"She ... she became the Lost." Her voice was barely audible through her cries. "She couldn't take it anymore. She lost hope. And before she could fully turn, Dom—" she choked, swallowing down a sob. "Dom killed her."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Sharon's voice cracked as she repeated the words over and over, her body trembling with each breath. "This is all my fault. If I hadn't insisted on leaving, Jeanne would still be alive. My daughter … she wouldn't have had to suffer."

Her sobs grew louder, echoing through the canyon like a mourning song. "I'm sorry … I'm so sorry, Sierra."

A Wailing Mother (1)