The Apocalypse didn't come with a manual. But June has a diaper bag, and she's not afraid to use it.

June Reeves is a professional. She can negotiate a toddler out of a tantrum, remove gum from hair in under sixty seconds, and keep a schedule that would make a drill sergeant weep. She thought she was ready for anything.

She was wrong.

When the world ends-not with a bang, but with a blue system box appearing in the sky-June isn't chosen as a Hero. She isn't gifted with a sword or a spellbook. She's given a Class: [Caregiver].

Her starting stats? Pathetic. Her weapon of choice? A reinforced stroller. Her "party"? Three traumatized kids who just manifested superpowers that can level a city block.

Now, June has to navigate a suburban wasteland filled with goblin clowns, HOA liches, and loot-obsessed "players" who see her kids as XP piñatas. But the System made a fatal calculation. It assumed a Nanny was a support class.

It's about to learn that when you mess with the cubs, the Mama Bear doesn't need mana to wreck your day.

Diapers. Dungeons. Determination. Welcome to the daycare at the end of the world.