Rebirth of the 8th-Circle Mage - Chapter 37: The Return of the Real Deal (1)

[Post-apocalyptic + System Space + Stockpiling + Base Building + Strong Female Lead + Reverse Harem + Not a Mary Sue]Who says a five-year-old can only be a burden?Cloud Xiaoxiao, a formidable survivor in the post-apocalyptic world, is reborn six days before the apocalypse hits. Unloved by both parents and unwanted after their divorce, she decides to take matters into her own hands.At just five years old, she goes on a rampage. She empties out her father’s supermarkets and 4S car dealerships, landing him in the hospital.Armed with a super system in a world ravaged by zombies, extreme temperatures, and acid rain, she hoards enough supplies to last several lifetimes. She becomes a base-building maniac, constructing the strongest fortress in the post-apocalyptic world.Sunny Boy Next Door: “Little one, want big brother to sing you a lullaby?”Unlucky Bandit: “Kid, what do you want? I’ll get it for you.”Cool Big Brother: “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”Yandere Hottie: “Little one, call me big brother and I’ll kill them all for you. How about that?”Hot-Tempered Brawler: “Shorty, who’s bullying you? I’ll beat them to death!”…Cloud Xiaoxiao hastily raises her hand, “Stop, stop! I can take on ten at once!”“Whoever dares to bully me, I’ll finish them off myself!”(This story has no romantic pairings. Readers who mind this, please be cautious.)(The female lead appears innocent on the outside but is actually a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Her personality was shaped by the post-apocalyptic world, growing beyond the bounds of normal rules. So she’s a bit ruthless, a bit wild, a bit wicked…)

This book is about baby-making.

We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’.They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror.And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me.[Ding... Activation of the world tree system]