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!

The wind outside howled, carrying the last echoes of Claire's battle cries. The attackers were no more, their broken bodies scattered across the frozen wasteland. But Claire couldn't shake the gnawing feeling that something wasn't right. She inhaled deeply, her heightened senses searching for any sign of Daniel.

There—faint traces of his scent. His warmth lingered in the freezing air, but it was fading fast, too fast. A flicker of unease sparked into full-blown alarm. Something had happened.

Her boots pounded against the marble floor as she raced through the mansion, her sharp eyes catching the faintest signs: a smudge of blood on the wall, an overturned chair, and a few drops trailing deeper into the dimly lit corridors.

"Daniel," she growled under her breath, her fists clenching. Her protective instincts flared, pushing her forward at a blistering pace.

The Breaking Point