In the apocalypse, take beauties along and roam the world in a battle car!
Wang Feng transmigrated.
Standing in the street, he felt in a daze that the world had somehow changed, though he couldn't say what was different.
Then familiar scenes began to reappear, along with things that resembled his memories but were definitely not the same.
The fifty-six ethnic groups were still there, but were they also fifty-six constellations? That was one thing. At least his own name was Wang Feng, but here everyone insisted it was Wang Feng, written with a different character.
Didn't he know his own name?
He'd had the same name for over twenty years, and they thought they could just change it?
Then he took another look. Oh, great, even his parents had been erased?
Oh, to hell with this! He'd definitely transmigrated.
Before he could keep checking that he wasn't mentally ill, a terrifying epidemic broke out.
He knew this epidemic well! He just had to quarantine.
And then...
The apocalypse broke out.
Wang Feng: %&$¥#*#$&
He cursed up a storm.
