
![[ENG DUB] The Last Guardian of a Doomed Humanity](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
When the apocalypse hit, Alan Clifford sacrificed his lifespan to shelter humanity in an underground bunker for 30 years. But after peace seems near, he is betrayed by his adopted daughter Cindy Clifford and Chelsea Mason, who forge fake surface footage, incite the masses, and send him to the gallows. Believing their lies, humanity destroys the bunker and rushes upward—only to fall into a trap set by giants. As slaughter begins, Alan, now a master of mecha tech, must decide whether to save them again.
![[ENG DUB] The Last Guardian of a Doomed Humanity](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
When the apocalypse hit, Alan Clifford sacrificed his lifespan to shelter humanity in an underground bunker for 30 years. But after peace seems near, he is betrayed by his adopted daughter Cindy Clifford and Chelsea Mason, who forge fake surface footage, incite the masses, and send him to the gallows. Believing their lies, humanity destroys the bunker and rushes upward—only to fall into a trap set by giants. As slaughter begins, Alan, now a master of mecha tech, must decide whether to save them again.

Lucas Jones gets thrown out of an S-rank survivor base as deadweight. The moment he hits the ground, the Underworld’s Business System awakens, and he opens a restaurant at the end of the world. His ingredients are S-rank anomalies. His staff, once tamed, are the Hell Wardens, the Soul Escorts, and Brewmother herself. Climbing from lowly Underworld Worker all the way to King of Hell, he rescues a desperate survivor base with a single meal, swindles the obscenely wealthy with a single apple, and erases every past humiliation with compounding interest. He isn’t here to survive the apocalypse. He’s here to get rich off it and enjoy every bite.

On their wedding day, Betty Gibson, an architectural designer, was shown a video of her groom Justin Norton cheating with her best friend. She broke off the engagement on the spot. To get back at him, she decided to marry Justin's disabled uncle, Jason Norton. After marriage, Betty learned that Jason had trouble walking and lived in poverty, so she worked hard to support him. In reality, Jason was the CEO of the famous Morgan Group, pretending to be disabled to investigate a fire ten years ago. Though it was a contract marriage, he walked a tightrope every day to hide his identity. As they overcame various crises together, Jason became increasingly drawn to Betty, and love began to blossom. However, as their relationship deepened, the truth about the fire ten years ago was revealed. The mastermind was none other than Jason's brother Jeff Norton, and the person who saved Jason's life in that fire was Betty herself. In the end, the villains were brought to justice, and the two lovers who cherished each other finally found happiness.

"For ten years, I was Vincenzo Moretti’s blood-bound wife — his Pure Source, his shield, his silent sacrifice. Until the night he left me and our newborn son to die on a cold street so he could stay with his mistress. He took everything from me. My child. My mother. My last drop of hope. Now that I’ve finally walked away, the almighty vampire prince has gone mad trying to win me back. He burns his empire, discards his lover, and begs on his knees for the woman he once called “replaceable.” But I’m not the same Isabella anymore. Some monsters realize their mistake only after they’ve already lost everything. And I will never let him drag me back into the dark."

This is the ninth year Dante and I have honored the Month of No Masters. The Corinni family's heir apparent believes this will make our relationship last longer. For one month after our dating anniversary each year, he is free, and we stay out of each other's lives. If either of us finds someone more suitable, we are to wish them well. If not, we go back to the way things were after a month. Around me, the men of the family are spraying champagne with abandon. "To another year of freedom! Congratulations to our Underboss on reclaiming his bachelor status!" "The family betting pool is open! Place your bets on the left if you think they'll still get married, and on the right if you think it's over for good!" Through the hazy cigar smoke, I sat on the corner of a leather sofa, a cold observer, as if this whole farce had nothing to do with me. Dante's hand was curled around Scarlett's waist as he brushed past me, whispering, "Don't get any ideas. You'll always be my only Donna." "I'm a kite. No matter how far I fly, the string is always in your hand." I pressed my cold fingers against the gentle swell of my belly, my expression a blank mask. Dante, this time at the family's betting table, I'm putting my money on "the end." I'm going to vanish from your world completely. That kite string you're so proud of? Tonight, I'm cutting it myself.

To get a divorce from Dante Conti, I volunteered to walk away with nothing—even our three-year-old son. Seeing that I had deliberately changed back into the old clothes I wore before marriage, Dante froze for a moment, then sneered, "So? You don't even want Nico, the heir you fought so hard to give birth to?" "Careful. Play your part too long, and you won't be able to recover the scene," he warned. I pushed the signed agreement toward him. "Don't worry. This isn't acting." Dante shot me a puzzled look before signing his name. "So obedient? Fine. I'll be magnanimous and let you see Nico from time to time." He set down the pen, his gaze appraising me. "And if you regret it… come to me now, and maybe—just maybe—we could remarry—" I cut him off, standing and walking away without a word. He had thought I married him for the Mafia's power, that's why I had given him an heir to inherit his family. But once he knows I'm dead, there will be no more misunderstandings.

When the apocalypse hit, Alan Clifford sacrificed his lifespan to shelter humanity in an underground bunker for 30 years. But after peace seems near, he is betrayed by his adopted daughter Cindy Clifford and Chelsea Mason, who forge fake surface footage, incite the masses, and send him to the gallows. Believing their lies, humanity destroys the bunker and rushes upward—only to fall into a trap set by giants. As slaughter begins, Alan, now a master of mecha tech, must decide whether to save them again.

Billion-dollar conglomerate founder Sarah returns home, keeping her wealth hidden, hoping only for a quiet wedding. Unexpectedly, Hailey, her son's fiancée, humiliates her relentlessly to seize her wedding venue — completely unaware that the victim before her is none other than her fiancé's own mother! Hailey resorts to extreme violence. She shoots Sarah and has her bound and drowned in a resort pool to silence her. Miraculously surviving, Sarah refuses her son's protection. Disguised as a waitress, she infiltrates the engagement gala. Before the city's elite and assembled media, witnesses and irrefutable evidence come to light, exposing Hailey's full conspiracy: fake-pregnancy fraud, embezzlement, and attempted murder. The villain is publicly ruined. Sarah makes her triumphant return, reclaiming everything that belongs to her!

I was slowly dying from Silverthorn Wolfsbane, and there was only one cure—the Miracle Elixir. But my mate, Leo Ashford, bought it and gave it to my adoptive sister, Jane Smith. He did it because he thought I was faking my illness. I gave up on the treatment and swallowed a potent painkiller instead. It would kill me in three days by shutting down my organs. In those three days, I gave up everything. I handed over the fur manufacturing business I built from the ground up to Jane, and my parents praised me for caring about my sister. I offered to sever our mate bond, and Leo praised me for finally being sensible. When I told my son he could call Jane "mommy", he happily said that his new mommy was the best! I transferred all my savings to Jane, and no one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. They were just pleased with my "better behavior". "Viola is finally not so bad." I wondered—would they regret it after I was gone?