Norobo

Daniel thought he had it all figured out—the cold, the heat, the monsters. In his last life, he survived until the bitter end of a world gone mad, only to die betrayed by the people closest to him. His girlfriend. His cousin. A final knife to the heart... and a promise. If he got another chance, he’d never waste it on anyone again.

Now, Daniel wakes up one month before the apocalypse begins. The world will soon plunge into three brutal periods:

The Great Cold: A frozen wasteland that devours the unprepared.The Great Heat: Temperatures high enough to boil water under a blood-red moon.The Great Evolution: Civilization crumbles as mutated monsters rise, and superpowers awaken in the hands of a dangerous few.

Armed with his inventory power—a limitless storage space—and knowledge of the future, Daniel is ready to hoard supplies, lock himself behind reinforced walls, and trust no one. Survival is the only goal. That’s the plan, at least, until the universe laughs in his face and gives him a system that can awaken superpowers.

Just not for him. Only for others. Strong, dangerous, and often unhinged people will flock to him, drawn by something they don’t understand. And the catch? Those powers only unlock if Daniel sleeps with them.

There's just one problem. 

Daniel's pretty sick of relationships and all that. He'd much rather chill in his big ass mansion as the world turns to shit three times over.

Apocalypse Regression: Starting Off By Hoarding Everything!

<p>The mansion stood resilient, an imposing fortress encased in frost. Its barriers hummed faintly, casting a faint glow against the oppressive darkness of the frozen apocalypse. Inside, the air was thick with tension.</p>

<p>Daniel leaned over a panel in the control room, his delicate hands dancing over the holographic display. His androgynous features were sharp in the dim light, his focused expression betraying the weight of his calculations. Every alarm, every trap he fine-tuned was another barrier against the chaos swelling outside. Beyond the walls, the muffled thud of distant explosions and sporadic gunfire was a grim reminder of the desperation clawing at the edges of their sanctuary.</p>

Don't Trust Tessa