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!

<p>The mansion was quieter than it had been in weeks, but the silence wasn't comforting—it was heavy, lingering in every broken wall and bloodstained corner. Tessa's defeat had left the house in a fragile state, but the real damage wasn't the shattered furniture or the battered security systems. It was the tension hanging between Claire and me, unspoken and raw.</p>

<p>I sat on the couch, the heat of the fireplace doing little to thaw the chill inside me. The snowstorm outside raged on, a relentless reminder of how unforgiving the world had become. My hands fidgeted with a loose thread on my sleeve, my thoughts a swirling mess.</p>

This Bitch Seriously Calling Me?