Who Hasn't Picked up a Boyfriend in the Apocalypse Underground?

Faith Faith: "Wild Dog Type" Rebel (Beautiful, Strong and Tragic + Bottom-level Wisdom) Roy: The ruler of "Black Lotus" (crazy sense of criticism + intelligence crushing) When Faith's blood soaked Roy's uniform, two genes were madly entangled in the smoke of gunpowder - the pirated medicine of the bottom untouchables and the perfect genes of the top nobles, tearing a scarlet crack in the doomsday wasteland. He is a wild dog crawling out of the sewage pipe, using stolen genetic medicine to corrode the natural chasm of class; he is a sharp blade carefully carved from the ivory tower, but his heart is entangled by a blue blood vessel. When the light screen of the banquet hijacked by Faith reflected the bones underneath, and when Roy's brain-computer interface began to cover his self-awareness, this encounter that started as a hunt ended up as a conspiracy to kill the gods. They once shared an expired nutritional supplement, used body heat to stop bleeding in the ruins on a rainy night, and handed each other their bullet-riddled backs. Until Faith used her chest to catch the trial of the gene lock, until Roy stepped on the throne stepping on a pool of blue blood. "You turn me into a symbol, and I'll turn you back into dust." When the clone's gun was pressed against his temple, Roy finally understood Faith's last smile - they were never martyrs, but two knives inserted into the heart of the world. The tremor of the blades colliding was the fulcrum of the new era. When the cherry blossoms in the ecological dome are wrapped in genetic dust and fall down, those fragments of betrayal, obsession and unfinished love will eventually seep into the soil of the first generation. And the newborn children raised their heads to drink the light of the artificial sun. No one knew that the skeletons hugging each other underground were blooming with dots of blue.