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!

Downstairs, Claire stood in the training room, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The makeshift punching bag in front of her swung violently as she struck it again and again, the sound of her fists connecting echoing through the otherwise empty space.

Her chest heaved, sweat dripping from her brow as she glared at the bag, envisioning Tessa's face on it. But no matter how many times she hit, the memories of her losses wouldn't go away. Tessa's smug grin, her mocking voice, the crushing weight of her telekinesis pinning her to the ground—it was all too much.

"She's using him," Claire growled under her breath, delivering another powerful punch that tore the bag from its chain, sending it crashing to the floor. "And I let it happen."

Poor, Sad Little Claire