“Big cabbage, baby bok choy~ penne pasta, romaine lettuce~”
A pleasant ringtone chimed.
A fuzzy creature squirmed in discomfort on the bed, groping around until it found the ringing phone and silenced the alarm.
The unidentified creature lifted its head—it was a rabbit.
Wait, don’t get the wrong idea.
This isn’t some furry fanfiction.
Our protagonist, Su Xinran, was just wearing a bunny onesie.
Turning off the air conditioner set at 16°C, Su Xinran took off the full-body plush bunny pajamas and stretched.
A beautiful day starts with drawing the curtains open.
Su Xinran yanked them open with gusto.
Scarlet sunlight poured into the room, bringing with it a certain kind of “vitality.”
She gazed out the window: a blood-red sun hung in the sky, and what lay beneath was a landscape of ruins.
A post-apocalyptic scene—desolate cities and zombies roaming the roads.
Every day, Su Xinran would take in this view of the apocalypse as a reminder.
This is the end of the world.
But it has nothing to do with her.
Four years ago, Su Xinran transmigrated into this world.
She had woken up in this very apartment, with the sound of zombies howling and gunfire outside.
Tragically, Su Xinran didn’t awaken any supernatural powers, nor was she bound to some cheat-like system.
She even inexplicably turned into a girl.
But her “golden finger” was arguably better than anyone else’s.
A fridge that endlessly produces food, a 50-inch interdimensional TV in the living room, and a wardrobe that regularly updates with new clothes.
Oh, and let’s not forget the ultra-secure metal security door that gave her peace of mind.
All she had to do was stick a Post-it note on the fridge with the name of the food she wanted to eat, and the next day, when she opened it, the fridge would have “grown” that dish.
From spicy crayfish to durian mille-feuille—there was no delicacy Su Xinran could imagine that the fridge couldn’t provide.
As for the trash and leftovers?
Just toss them back in the fridge—they’d disappear the next day.
And that 50-inch OLED 8K interdimensional TV?
It could stream programs from thousands of parallel universes, completely ignoring the concept of signal reception.
From the grand finale of News Broadcast to Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid Season 2, there was no show Su Xinran couldn’t watch!
By the way, the TV stand also held interdimensional game cartridges.
Whether it was Silent Hills PT or Battlefield 2042, if you could name it, it was there.
And the last item was the most heavy-hitting one: the interdimensional wardrobe.
This was the one Su Xinran was the least satisfied with.
It updated with new clothes every month.
If she liked something, she could move it to the regular wardrobe in her bedroom.
Sounds like a dream life, right?
I mean, Robinson Crusoe had it tough just getting food and water, and still ran around in rags.
But Su Xinran?
Well-fed, well-dressed—even in the apocalypse!
But…
There was one damned thing…
That wardrobe only ever sent over women’s clothing.
All sorts of little dresses…
Not even a single pair of women’s pants…
Su Xinran was a proud and upright 168cm (which rounds up to 170cm) man—once!
How could she ever submit to such an evil, SCP-style, feminizing wardrobe?
Su Xinran Naturally Refused to Wear Them!
When she had first transmigrated, Su Xinran, in this unsupervised paradise for a shut-in, naturally spent her days eating, sleeping, and playing—doing everything a carefree otaku would do, all while stark naked.
But the price of indulgence was… a steadily growing spare tire.
Weren’t magical girls in gender-bender stories supposed to not gain weight?
There was a full-length mirror in the bedroom, and seeing her own pitiful state each morning finally pushed her—after a year—to pick up the fitness ring lying in the TV cabinet.
How could she treat such a cute girl body so poorly?
Living a life of barely dressed, eat-sleep-repeat—what difference was there between that and a pig?
Once the soul of self-discipline ignited, the result was the Su Xinran standing in front of the bathroom mirror today.
After washing her face, Su Xinran looked at her soft and delicate reflection and couldn’t resist patting her cheeks.
“Damn, I’m adorable~”
Four years without a haircut had left Su Xinran with long, straight black hair draping over her shoulders.
Her skin, untouched by the sun for years, was even more fair and dewy than those women who religiously applied amino acids and hyaluronic acid skincare products.
After finishing her morning routine, Su Xinran opened her wardrobe and felt troubled by the dazzling array of little dresses.
Which one could match the aura of a true macho man like herself?
After much deliberation, she chose a black suspender dress, paired with a crisp white blouse and a black ribbon tie at the collar.
Perfect!
The dress was a bit short, so she matched it with a pair of white over-the-knee socks.
She already had great leg proportions, and with the discipline from her fitness routine, her legs were long and toned, curvy but not fat—soft yet firm.
Looking at the cute girl in the mirror, Su Xinran couldn’t help but admire herself again.
“Damn, I’m really adorable~”
If she ever got a girlfriend in the future, the girl would at least have to be cuter than her… though, she wasn’t sure if there were even any humans left out there in the world.
Su Xinran walked over to the fridge and opened it.
Inside, today’s meals and desserts had already “grown.”
She took out a breakfast sandwich, fried egg, and coconut milk, and headed to the dining table.
Lifting the cross pendant hanging around her neck, Su Xinran began her pre-meal prayer.
Thank you, dear Lord, for letting me live this way in such a world.
I am grateful.
Setting the pendant down and completing the sacred ritual of solitary living, Su Xinran prepared to eat.
But just then, her sharp ears caught a strange noise.
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