Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food
Six months of continuous heavy rainfall has caused global floods.
The Arctic glaciers melted, sea levels rose, and seawater flowed backward into rivers.
Ancient viruses sealed in ice have been revived, leading to biological mutations and racial evolution.
Everyone is trapped at home, unable to go outside.
Liang Yuan unexpectedly awakens a Lottery System, which not only allows him to win various daily necessities but also different attributes.
When everyone is struggling with a lack of food and clothing, Liang Yuan is enjoying steak, drinking red wine, and having a meat-filled diet every meal.
A sexy and alluring neighbor, wearing a spaghetti strap bodycon dress, knocks on his door late at night: "Little brother, can you lend some food to your sister?"
Liang Yuan: "Sis, isn't everyone short on food nowadays? Do you really just show up empty-handed to borrow food?"
Step onto the auspicious clouds · Sci-fi
First, I'd like to start off by saying that the fic is... okay. I don't really know DxD, or most animes for that matter, well enough to judge whether the things in it are correct or not. Frankly, I don't care, either. So, I won't comment on that. Normally, I like to do long-form, in-depth reviews, but I don't think there's a need for me to do that here. It's pretty simple, really: This is not a fic about a Multiversal Therapist. Maybe in a 100+ chapters it will be, but right now, it's just another DxD fanfic. Not a particularly great one, either. The first few chapters were great. It set the direction of the fic well, but as soon as the 3rd chapter hit, it's like the entire tone and theme shifted. It went from a Massage Therapist fic to some random, love-driven demi-god Progression Fantasy. Don't get me wrong, I would read something like that, if that's what the title and synopsis told me I'd be reading. This is less so about a Massage Therapist and more about a guy who can massage if needed. If you are expecting what the title promised, turn away from this.