Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society
State your farewell, stash your resources, and sharpen your blades, for it's the age of apocalypse. Technological worlds, fantasy worlds, mythical worlds, cultivation worlds, etc. all face an apocalypse these days. But this isn't natural. Having suffered in a looping apocalypse for 48 lifetimes, Rhizen establishes an intergalactic force to clean up all apocalyptic worlds, vowing to destroy the ender of everything, the Grade-3 System...Apocalypse! To stand against it were the band of broken heroes, once pitiful souls, but now grouped as vengeful victims, naming themselves… The Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society!
Stealing Your Gains Coincidentally
On the sandy beaches situated adjacent to a steep cliff sat a lady wearing a bikini, treating it as a holiday getaway. There was no one else apart from her in the region, but she didn't seem concerned about that.
The lady leaped into the sea, swimming through the wavy tides until she had her fun. When it was sunset, she returned to the beach, taking a seat on the wooden chair that she had created, slumping on it in exhaustion.
She then noticed a crab wash out of the sea, running across the beach, beginning to dig into the sand as if it wished to lay eggs.
The lady's eyes lit up in excitement as she walked towards it in silence, 'Finally!'
She took out a thumb-sized fruit from a box placed next to the chair, arriving before the digging crab as she extended her hand, "Here, fishy fishy!"
"Come to momma!"
The crab flinched at the sound, running away from the hole it was digging, only to see a wood wall surround it now, tough enough for it to not be able to dig a hole through it.