Bonus Episode Inventory of the Sanctuary

A few days after arriving in this world, I had already tested—thoroughly, obsessively—the divine function known as “Reset.”

At exactly midnight, the moment the date flips, every “state” inside this house rewinds to the day I arrived—

the origin point of stagnation.

The strange part is my own body.

When I look in the mirror, my beard has grown normally over the past few days.

So my body itself isn’t rewinding.

And yet, I feel incredible.

The heavy shoulders, the sluggish fog that clings to long‑term shut‑ins—gone.

I feel lighter than I have in years.

Maybe it’s the divine energy supplied from the god‑realm.

Or maybe it’s the psychological stability of knowing I’ll never run out of food again.

…Well, whatever.

The important part is the *contents*.

Notebook and pen in hand, I headed to the heart of the sanctuary—the kitchen.

Two days before I was transported here, I had gone on a massive shopping spree.

A perfect “never leave the house for ten days” operation, all to finish a big freelance project.

Now that deadlines no longer matter, I can simply enjoy the spoils.

Honestly, I should worship my past self.

1. **Chilled Section**

Opening the fridge, a wave of cold air and the shine of meat greeted me.

**Beef shoulder steak (300g):**

Not quite marbled, but beautifully red.

And it resets every night *before cooking*.

Meaning I can eat steak every day for the rest of my life.

Even if I ruin the seasoning, midnight erases the crime.

Infinite steak festival.

**Yakiniku beef set & sliced beef for gyudon:**

“…I’ve won.

This alone guarantees victory for a week—no, a lifetime.”

**Pork belly (large pack & block):**

Stir‑fry, kakuni, chashu—

and I don’t have to worry about cholesterol because that resets too (I hope).

**Chicken thighs (2 pieces):**

No breast meat, but who cares.

Thighs are king.

Karaage, teriyaki, oyakodon—juicy fat is justice.

**Premium sausages:**

My favorite kind—the ones that burst with juice when you bite them.

A full bag, every day.

Luxury incarnate.

…Honestly, my meat life is better than that of a king.

Only one regret:

I ate all the fish the night before the transfer.

Should’ve saved that grilled hokke fillet.

2. **Vegetable Drawer**

This drawer is a miracle garden where “freshness” never dies.

**Large pack of chopped green onions:**

Yes. YES.

Bless you, past me.

The ultimate lazy ingredient.

**Whole leeks (2):**

Chop them endlessly; they resurrect every morning.

**Half cabbage & half napa cabbage:**

Perfect size.

Shredded for fried food, or simmered in a hotpot—

always fresh again at midnight.

**Shiitake mushrooms (2 packs):**

Thick, juicy, perfect for butter‑soy sauce.

**Onions (3) & potatoes (5):**

Even root vegetables ignore sprouting here.

Curry, nikujaga, potato salad—limitless.

**Garlic (3) & ginger (1):**

The kings of flavor.

One slice transforms my pajama‑clad meals into gourmet illusions.

3. **Drinks, Seasonings, and Others**

**Beer (6‑pack):**

I don’t usually drink, but I bought it on a whim.

Now it’s an infinite spring.

**Cola (1.5L × 2):**

One full bottle.

One half‑finished bottle.

The slightly flattened cola is my holy water.

It resets to the perfect “half‑flat” state every night.

**Butter & margarine:**

Enough to last forever.

**Eggs (10‑pack):**

Guaranteed daily tamago‑kake‑gohan.

**Chikuwa (6‑pack):**

Forgot about these.

Infinite chikuwa is a blessing.

**Fresh noodles:**

Yakisoba and soba—two packs each.

**Discounted deli foods:**

Karaage, tempura, croquettes…

Oh, fried white fish—the only fish left.

4. **Freezer**

**Ice cream:**

Vanilla, plus one premium brand.

Frozen udon, fried rice, dumplings, leftover curry.

My fridge is a masterpiece.

Next, the shelves.

**Seasonings:**

Soy sauce, miso, salt, mayo—

all unopened backups.

My one area of discipline pays off.

**Katsuobushi:**

Enough to make real dashi.

The pinnacle of “careful living (shut‑in edition).”

**Instant foods:**

Cup noodles, bag noodles—

soy sauce, seafood, curry, spicy varieties.

Every night, they reset to “unopened.”

**Furikake, nori, ochazuke:**

White rice becomes infinite potential.

**Rice bin:**

Still plenty left.

And it resets.

Infinite fresh rice.

A shut‑in’s ultimate victory.

Snacks?

A mountain of chips and crackers.

The joy of licking consomme powder off my fingers—

reset every night.

Bread, pastries, sweets—

all eternal.

Complete victory.

No appeals accepted.

5. **Tama’s Supplies: The Queen’s Feast**

**Cat food:**

Always full every morning.

**Treats:**

No more rationing.

Every day is a festival.

A happy Tama means a peaceful sanctuary.

Perfect.

A life of infinite consumption without leaving the house.

This is the final destination humanity should aspire to.

Inventory complete, I sank into the sofa.

Everything in this 4LDK has ascended from “consumable” to “permanent.”

Outside, legendary demons and knights may be causing a fuss,

but that’s none of my business.

I will remain in this “Sanctuary of Stagnation,”

and savor this eternal day forever.

“Tama, I’ll give you extra treats today.

Enjoy the blessings of this sanctuary.”

“Mrrr. (No fish is a shame, but infinite meat and treats… I’ll allow it.)”

Curled on my lap, the black cat’s fur gleamed—

as if the mortal wound she once bore had never existed.