He died from being assassinated at one of the parties he was forced to attend. Instead of feeling aggrieved, he was enjoying his death. His last thoughts were: "Finally, some peace and quiet". But he didn't expect that a naughty little system would choose him to be its partner. System: Your mission is to live until the age of 20. MC: That's easy. It's only 6 months from now. *coughs blood* System: I forgot to tell you, your body's sick and will die in 3 months. MC: What the...... ML: Don't worry, Wifey. I will take you to the best doctors, immediately! Continue reading to find out how our MC will bend the laws of life to complete his missions with a little help from his husband. ⚠ WARNING ⚠ Might have suicidal thoughts and tendencies but it's part of the tasks and not intentional Very slow updates!

In a world swallowed by chaos and monsters, twenty-year-old Elara Wynn bound with a mysterious system that grants her a supermarket - a safe haven surrounded by a glowing shield where the air is clean, food grows, and danger cannot enter. Determined to bring life back to the wasteland, she rebuilds, farms, and decorates her little shelter, waiting for survivors to find her. As Elara welcomes her customer and resident, her humble supermarket begins to evolve into something more - a refuge, a home, and perhaps the spark of a new beginning in the apocalypse. But beyond the safety of her barrier, the world still burns - and every visitor could change the fate of her fragile paradise.

In a world shattered by endless apocalyptic trials, Iris, a gentle yet determined young woman, awakens inside a mysterious survival system that transports chosen candidates into collapsing worlds. Gifted with an unusual ability to build and manage safe shelters, Iris becomes the unexpected guardian of lost survivors-players struggling to endure each apocalyptic stage. While others fight only to live another day, Iris quietly builds a haven of warmth and hope, balancing fragile humanity against the cold logic of the system. Her journey is one of resilience, compassion, and quiet strength-proving that even in the end of worlds, kindness can rebuild what was lost.

They said the world was ending, but it didn't start with fire or war. It began with a storm-just like any other. But this time, it didn't stop. The rain fell for days, then weeks, and then came the flood that drowned everything. When the sun finally broke through the clouds, people thought it was over. They thought it was hope. But that hope was a lie. The sun scorched the land. Insects bred in the rotting water. Plague spread like wildfire. Water became scarce, food even scarcer. They said Mother Earth was angry, and I believed them. I did everything to survive. Even if it meant relying on a filthy, twisted man for bread. He preyed on girls like me-young, desperate, orphaned. He fed us, clothed us, and in return, demanded we sell our bodies. He called it "the price of protection." Men came to us like vultures. They stripped away our innocence and left us hollow. And then, one winter night, starving people stormed our hideout. They came with knives and desperation. I threw myself in front of the youngest girl when one lunged to stab her. I took the blade meant for her. As my body went cold, I felt no fear. Just peace. Finally, I thought. This nightmare is over. But when I opened my eyes again... I was in my bed. Warm. Dry. Dressed in pajamas. It hadn't been a nightmare. It had been real. And now, it's happening all over again. But this time, I won't be weak. This time, I won't be used. This time... I'll survive. No matter the cost.