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!

She lounged in the dining hall like a queen on her throne, her legs crossed lazily as Daniel sat at her side, his head slightly bowed. A red mark on his neck, freshly made, stood out against his pale skin, an undeniable claim that made Tessa smirk every time her gaze flicked to it.

"Daniel, pass me the salt," she commanded, though the shaker was within her reach.

He didn't argue, sliding it toward her without looking up. Her hand brushed his as she took it, and she leaned in, her breath brushing his ear.

"Good boy," she whispered, low enough that Claire, sitting at the far end of the table, couldn't hear.

Daniel's jaw tightened, his fingers curling into fists under the table. Tessa noticed, of course. She always noticed. Her smirk deepened.

My Home Is Your Home, Not.