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 mansion was colder than usual that morning, the icy wind howling outside like a harbinger of doom. My breath clouded in front of me as I rummaged through my inventory, pulling out a bundle of medical supplies and a canteen of water. My hands trembled slightly—not from the cold, but from the weight of what I was about to ask Claire to do.

When I found her, she was in the corner of a disused room, sweat-soaked and breathless. The makeshift training dummy in front of her looked like it had gone twelve rounds with a hurricane, but she wasn't stopping. Not yet.

"Claire," I said softly, kneeling beside her.

Her head snapped up, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of defiance in her eyes—like she expected me to tell her to stop. But when she saw the supplies in my hands, her expression softened.

"You shouldn't be here," she murmured, her voice hoarse.

Rematch Once And For All