Lone Wanderer at the End of the World: The Solitary Poet-Saint

That day. At dusk, the setting sun hung forever in the western sky, red as blood... Everything changed beneath its bloody light. Most animals became monsters or mutants, and most plants mutated beyond recognition. A wheat stalk was left with just two leaves, each bearing a head of grain over two meters tall. A corn stalk was covered in sharp spikes and stood two stories high, yet its ears were still their original size... Humanity used its existing cities as a foundation to build refuge bases, holding out against attacks from all kinds of monsters. Beneath the bloody light of the setting sun, a young man walked alone across the vast, empty land. He looked up at the blood-red sun and murmured to himself: “Across this vast land, it is I who shall decide its fate!”