damphir_dragon_126

After finishing a novel, Betty wakes up in an unfamiliar world—inside the very book she just read.

In the story, the original "Betty" was the fake daughter of the powerful Johnson family. Once the real daughter returned, Betty was cast aside, ignored by the people she once called family. Her once-loving brother abandoned her, and when the apocalypse arrived, she struggled to survive alone. Despite becoming an A-rank Ice-type Awakener, she clung to the hope that her family would one day accept and love her.

But that hope led to her tragic death.

Now, the real Betty—our Betty—has taken over the fake daughter’s body. And this time, she’s not the same naive girl desperate for affection. Grateful that the apocalypse hasn’t started yet, Betty prepares for what’s to come.

In this second life, she awakens a mysterious “cheat code”—

Space: a boundless pocket dimension where she can store unlimited supplies—from food and medicine to weapons—all untouched by time or decay. A hidden sanctuary where she can rest, recover, and plan.

[Warning: Story can be fast paced, I don't want to waste words on long descriptions]
[In this novel, there can be cultivation elements included,so this novel will not always be about the apocalypse in the future]

Apocalypse Storage Queen: Everything I Need Is in My Space

Leaning against the classroom door, Betty took deep, shaky breaths. The room was dim, lit only by the faint gray light seeping in through the tall windows.

The eerie sensation that had wrapped around her spine slowly faded, replaced by a cold stillness.

She stepped forward carefully, her boots crunching over scattered books and backpacks—the remnants of students who had fled in panic or gone to the survival Camp.

With an exhausted sigh, she lowered herself onto a student bench near the window. Betty stared outside. Sweat clung to her skin, her short hair plastered to her forehead, and her sharp blue eyes locked on the moving shadows beyond the glass—zombies, eating the last bit of dead zombie flesh.

Some were walking faster compared to before, their dragging bodies.

Her breath hitched when the window began to cloud with mist. A soft sheen of condensation spread over the glass, blurring the monsters outside into blurry shapes.

Chapter 22: Screw you author