Clown Mask from the Start, I Turn the Apocalypse into a Carnival

The Abyss descended over a century ago, and the old world order collapsed.

One magnificent city after another was replaced by massive fortresses.

Beneath the dome of gray fog, there are both torrents of steel made up of nanobots and mechanical exoskeletons, and brutal contests fought with clashing blades and flesh-and-blood fists;

within and beyond the fortresses, there are both neon-lit scenes of nightly revelry and drunken abandon, and barren wastelands where mutated beasts roam and danger lurks around every corner.

"You want to change this fractured, contradictory world?" The clown mask cackled inside Xiao Yang's skull. "First learn to tap-dance on corpses."

"This is the apocalypse's grand celebration."

Now the clown has decided to turn both gods and humans into marionettes in this extravagant feast of revelry.