Kidnapped Outside the Police Station, Now I Must Burn My Marriage Contract to Save the World?

On September 2, 2026, the countdown began to the end of Earth's economic winter. The world warmed, and all people held on to hope. But fate had other plans. Wherever spring passed, hope became a prison. The black World Tree sprouted new branches. As the rules of the world shattered, the line between good and evil grew ever more blurred. Immortals and gods took opposing sides, while beasts and demons ran rampant. For four hundred years, it was an age of blood sacrifice: humans were food, and demons were fodder. Only the great black tree absorbed the light and flourished, turning the land into wasteland after wasteland amid smoke and flames. In 2100, the Southern Hemisphere fell and became an ocean. In 2200, the world's island nations vanished, and migration doubled. In 2300, three continents united, desperately defending their old territories. By 2425, only two human nations remained: Longxia and Moxue, with a combined population of fewer than five hundred million. The winter was even harsher than it had been four centuries earlier. Hunger and poverty went hand in hand, internal strife and external threats abounded, and justice and morality were no more than faint, fading points of light. The situation was as unyielding as a stormy sky, with no path forward in sight. Qingmeng and Xia Wa were humanity's last hope. No one knew whether tomorrow's humans would welcome the dawn and bask in the sunlight, or, like the former masters of this land, become a mournful footnote in the history books beneath the meteor showers of the Baigang Era. In 2592, survivors from the Fourth Era emerged. China's totem awoke, and the nation's fortunes rallied to its defense. The valiant Asura fought their way through the sea of blood, driving back the heavenly host. In the eternal night, bonfires blazed, and the world found a chance to turn things around. But human nature is complicated, and the times remain harsh. Even in places of peace, infighting... even Shennong cannot save us...