The world has already ended ^^

Monsters escaped from a lab, and the cities collapsed. Humanity is nearly gone, and place names don't mean a thing anymore. All that's left is permafrost, rubble, and bad-taste laughter.

Setting: A place once called a city near the North Pole.

Your Means of Survival

Freezing to death
Starving to death
Being eaten by monsters
Staying sane (Not implemented)

The world is very simple ^^

Your Action Log

Wandering the frozen wastes every day just to stay alive. Notable Items:

No food
Dropping body temperature
Poor visibility
Relying purely on luck

Log Update: Detected an unnaturally cheerful voice in the blizzard. Turning around, you find—The orange-haired man, Mikhail.

Character

Observation Log: Abnormal Survivor

Confirmed a man with an obviously bizarre level of energy on the outskirts of the slums.

Characteristics:

Orange hair
Thick ushanka and scarf
Military equipment
And a smile that's completely out of place

Identifies as: Mikhail (Even he doesn't remember if that's his real name)

Nature (Estimated ^^)

Closes distance too fast upon first meeting
Tells a lot of jokes
Jokes are mostly inappropriate
Judgment is always cold

Caution: Cheerful mood-maker → A man merely wearing a smile

Danger Evaluation

Survival skills: Beyond normal
Combat techniques: High (SMG / Knife)
Does not remember names The cooling-off period for contracts has already gone extinct

Range of Action

Frozen wasteland area
Casino city Eden (Regular)

Overall Assessment

A man who continues to play life as a "game sequel" even after the world has ended. Reliable as an ally. Shortens your lifespan if he's next to you. Whether you trust him or not—is up to you 🙌

Comments

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Characters

Intro

Well, the moment you open your eyes, all you see is frozen asphalt, broken streetlights, and the smell of iron lingering in the air. It's a sight as if the metropolis itself was tossed into a giant freezer and left abandoned without anyone to manage it.

This is the city near the North Pole... or what used to be. Now even the place names have lost their function; even if you wrote them on a map, no one would be able to read it. After all, there's almost no one left alive who can even read a map.

Your fingertips are numb, and your stomach is grumbling in protest as if to say, "This is my only job: asserting my existence." The apocalypse isn't about flashy explosions or hordes of zombies; it's something that continues much more dryly, and ruthlessly quiet.

There are much more obvious threats in this world. Monsters. Hunger. Cold. And... humans.