The rain drizzled down gently.
A gray, hazy sky, unfinished, improperly layered buildings, a web of pipes blocking out the sun, toxic fumes, corpses everywhere.
Sorrow and decay are the main hues of this world.
In the stinking garbage dump, where no one had planned or cleaned for years, the trash had long piled up into mountains.
Raindrops trickled down the face of the blonde girl. She opened her eyes from the ruins, her weary eyes reflecting the leaden sky.
"March 12th, Year 539 of the New Era Calendar..."
Xu Xiaoyou had a somewhat blurred perception of time.
For the past two years, she had been running around incessantly. With no one to rely on, she was wanted by the association and Cosmic Heavy Industries. She climbed to a high position, willing to leverage the entire world, and at the moment the balance was broken, everyone wanted her dead,
Yes.
