The apocalypse arrived, bringing thick fog, drought, and extreme cold one after another.
Plants across the globe withered, and water sources dried up.
Food and survival became everyone's greatest concerns. For the sake of a single loaf of bread, even the closest friends could turn against each other!
A cup of clean water could make a peerless beauty lower herself, or bring a wealthy tycoon to his knees!
Hunger, betrayal, and death: an air of despair blanketed the earth. Everyone was barely clinging to life, praying for the gods to save them.
But in the apocalypse, a legend was passed around:
There was a refuge whose walls were sturdier than mountains!
Its fields swayed with plump ears of rice, and springs sweeter than milk welled up from underground. Herds of fat pigs and sheep roamed its pastures.
Even the wolfhounds guarding the place got three steaks for breakfast!
When Lu Yao, the refuge's master, heard the rumors, he denied them very seriously: "That's complete nonsense!"
"Xiao Hei gets four pieces of meat for breakfast, actually!"
In the apocalypse described by the author, hell is the world, and good people will not be rewarded