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!

It's hard to describe what it feels like to live in constant tension, a thread pulled so taut it threatens to snap at any moment. Tessa's presence suffocates everything—every room, every conversation, every fleeting thought. She looms over us, a queen in her icy castle, her telekinesis the scepter she wields to control everyone under her reign.

And yet, even in the depths of this nightmare, I refuse to surrender.

I found Claire where I always knew she'd be—hidden away in one of the mansion's disused rooms. The walls were cracked with frost, the air frigid, but she sat on the floor, her back against the wall, staring blankly ahead. She looked small, diminished in a way that felt wrong. This wasn't the Claire I knew.

"Claire," I said softly, stepping into the room.

Her eyes flicked to me, the spark I'd always admired dulled by exhaustion and shame. "Daniel," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

The Seeds of Rebellion