The protagonist was reborn from the apocalypse, back into the present. In order to prepare for the inevitable, he decided to build his own fort.... more>>

However, after waiting and waiting, three months had passed but the apocalypse did not come. The world was still peaceful.

At this time, a familiar guest arrived and proclaimed himself as the saviour of the world.　　

"To be honest, I really like this fort of yours. It helps my PTSD recovery. Can I know what's the rent?

"What kind of PTSD?"

"To tell you the truth, you probably won't believe me but it's the PTSD as a result of the apocalypse. I've just prevented the apocalypse from happening."

"I believe you."　　

Shou: "I've returned after being reborn! I'm ready for the apocalypse!"
Gong: "I've returned after being reborn! I've prevented the apocalypse!"
Shou: ?
Gong: ? <<less

I, a reclusive master take on a disciple. I save a protagonist every ten years on average. ... more>>

In the first decade, I gave them a cultivation manual.

In the second decade, I gave them a legendary sword.

In the third decade, I passed on my lifetime's worth of skills.

Finally, I realized, damn it, They turned out to be the same person all along! Now they've come knocking on my door, insisting I go out.

They don't understand the heart of a true homebody! I'm not going out! <<less

A traveler bound to a system had a mission: conquer a certain character. But the host's acting skills were dismal. Every time he got nervous, his face went blank. His lines came out stiffly, as if he were reciting scripture.... more>>

The character he was supposed to conquer felt increasingly exasperated each day. “Please, just let me go,” he often pleaded silently.

“Ah, no. Do you really have to ignore my true feelings for you?” the host said expressionlessly.

Occasionally, he would look down on the plot tasks, delivering his lines only to immediately criticize himself afterward. “Even if you don’t want me, I will always protect you.” After saying this, he would turn his face away and mutter, “Tch.”

The host disdain for the plot setup was obvious, his expression of annoyance vivid. He was particularly unprofessional.

The character rubbed his eyes, convinced he must be misreading the situation.“Did you just make a ‘tch’ sound?” he asked.

“No,” the host lied, his eyes wide open.

Amid this frustrating daily routine, the system was suffering, bleeding three liters a day from the effort of trying to conquer him. And yet, against all odds, the host actually… succeeded! <<less