"That, if today passes, this bed will be unusable… huh, haang…."

"Do I need to worry about tomorrow today, Lapland?"

"Ah, huh, that's too much…!"

Even in the silent world of the apocalypse, new life is born.

To the people of Central Park, that fact was a kind of… difficult mathematical proposition. It was a self-evident fact, but few people actually understood it or did it. Those who actually could were even rarer.

It couldn't have been otherwise. As the shadow of the end of the world loomed, even meeting the opposite sex became a luxury.

However, on the contrary.