Jack may not be a natural born genius but he is probably good at something. Probably.
As you follow through this novel you might soon believe that natural selection is a lie, Charles Darwin must have been smoking something weird when he said "Survival of the fittest", because how else would the genes that resulted in Jacks existence be passed down from generation to generation without dying out to competition?
I certainly don't know.
As if it wasn’t stupid enough, even when humanity is pushed to the brink of extinction due to some nuclear holocaust, Jack still manages to survive quite easily due to his convenient luck or as i like to call it “plot armour”.
You can mostly expect Jack to just laugh his ass off while watching others almost starve to death since they don’t possess the ancient relic that is plot armour, and just generally being an asshole.
The setting of the story is made up, but pretend Ireland got bombed to shit and that every single potato in the whole country emitted radioactive radiation.
Lastly, the warnings of sexual content is mostly to be on the safe side of things, i don't plan on writing detailed sex scenes so if that's what you're looking for, then you'll most likely find yourself disappointed. When i comes to gore, i might throw in a detailed explanation of a rotten corpse or something, who knows? I kind of like the shock value that it brings.
Even later than my previous lastly, i'm aiming to submit a chapter every week, don't know if i'll be able to keep up the schedule, i'm pretty busy. I hope i can keep up the schedule. I'll try.