A transmigration triggered by a soda can falling from a floating city.
Ye Bai, living in the late stages of the apocalypse, watches as countless geniuses and eccentric talents become underlings in an age where the strong are everywhere. He is nothing but an ordinary minor martial artist, and can't help feeling dejected. Then, unexpectedly, he transmigrates to a time before the apocalypse.
It turns out that before the apocalypse, martial artists were a rare breed. Thinking of the powerful figures in the later years of the apocalypse, weren't they all lucky people who had found opportunities in the chaos? Seeing all the opportunities scattered across the pre-apocalypse world, Ye Bai can't help getting excited.
Now that he's arrived before the apocalypse, with his status as a minor martial artist, reaping rewards for his efforts in the apocalypse should be a piece of cake. Be a hero, save beautiful women, show off, and become the boss. Who knew it could be so satisfying!
Along the way, Ye Bai uncovers civilizations buried by time, and can't help wondering: What lies at the end of civilization?
This is the most useless protagonist I've ever seen who travels back from the apocalypse. And the plot is terrible too.