I woke up inside a romance fantasy novel.

Nobles chase love. Knights chase glory. The heroine follows her script.

None of it matters.

Because this world is about to end.

A mana-eating spore will spread across the continent, devouring magic, land, and life itself. I know how it begins. I know how it spreads.

And I’m the only one preparing for it.

I build a bunker using a system shop no one else can see.
I hoard supplies while others waste theirs on luxury.
I strengthen myself in secret, and avoid the story that keeps trying to pull me in.

Because when the collapse starts, titles won’t save anyone.

Only preparation will.

But survival alone isn’t enough.

I recruit the villainess Ayla before her fall.
I bring in the knight Lenia before she’s broken by fate.
And I use the nobles, who think they’re using me, to gather everything I need.

They think I’m paranoid.

They think I’m heartless.

They’re wrong.

Because when the spores bloom and the world finally rots,

I’ll be ready.