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!

Daniel sat at the edge of his bed, his fingers brushing against the choker clasped tightly around his neck. It pulsed faintly with a shimmer of Tessa's telekinetic energy, a reminder of her dominance over him. He hated it, the cool touch of the material burning into his pride. Yet, he endured, his mind working tirelessly to find an opening, a way out—not for himself, but for Claire.

She needed hope, even if he had none left to give.

He glanced at the faint glow of his watch. It was almost time.

Claire sat in the dimly lit storage room, her head resting against the cold wall. The space was cramped and barren, but it had become her refuge in a world that no longer made sense. Her fingers fidgeted with a strand of her hair as her mind replayed Tessa's taunts over and over again.

The words were knives, cutting deeper each time she remembered them.

Please, Trust Me