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 heavy thud of Claire's boots echoed down the hall as she raced toward the hidden room. The faintest traces of Daniel's scent hung in the air, leading her through the twisting, dimly lit corridors. Her enhanced senses prickled with unease—something was wrong. Very wrong.

Her heart pounded as she reached the door, the faint murmur of voices reaching her ears. Without hesitation, she threw the door open, the force of her enhanced strength cracking the wood against the wall.

The sight inside stopped her in her tracks.

Daniel lay under the covers, his androgynously beautiful face pale, his silver hair damp against his forehead. His wide, furious eyes locked onto hers, his lips pressed into a thin line that trembled with anger and something Claire couldn't immediately place—humiliation.

The Cuck (Part I) [Pretty Brutal Scene]