The Apocalypse Is Not Up to Code: A Kingdom-Building LitRPG

The System has integrated eleven thousand worlds. It has processed warriors, mages, rogues, and kings, but it has never met a Health and Safety Inspector. When the apocalypse arrives in Little Chumley at 9:47 on a Tuesday, Nigel Bennett is thirty-one, single, and holding a parcel he never got to post.  The sky breaks open. A dungeon eats the Greggs, boblins pour onto the high street, and Nigel asks to see their risk assessment. Now the only unique class on Earth is running the last village in Worcestershire, and his skill list is a war crime against middle management. He's served a Level 12 monster with an improvement notice. He's argued a troll into accepting a structural survey as payment. He's founded a Complaints Department, and the first letter came from Hell, which has a published response time now. The dungeon under the high street has fourteen days to comply. The city on the horizon has plans for his village. And somewhere above the System, a department has started asking for Nigel's file. He should probably worry about that. First, though, someone's left a candle burning in the Hendersons' window. No harem. No grimdark. A focus on Kingdom building, mostly, with a different System in the mix.