George was transmigrated to the Middle Ages and became a baron that had inherited the legacy of the God of Protection.

However, he noticed that the world was not only covered by a huge fog but also that he was doomed to starve and witness the apocalypse.

...

[I've already consumed my last piece of bread. If I can't find any more food today, I'll have to head into the fog with this broken hammer.]

"I hope this won't be the final log..." George sighed as he put his pen down and closed his diary. He then looked outside through the broken wall on the wall of his bedroom inside his castle.

The fog had started to move and the rain began to pour.