In a wasteland after the apocalypse, technology is lost and theocracy reigns.
He was a silent orphan, but on the day the Seed was implanted, he heard a whisper from the depths of a divine dream.
“Would you be willing to kindle a spark for civilization?”
He thought he had chosen to rebuild, but step by step, he walked into purgatory.
The lamp of faith does not shine a light. It is an altar that burns flesh and blood.
When his closest family were burned into bone lamps, and his homeland became a battlefield for divine envoys, Lu Zhao understood:
This world was not worth saving.
From this day forward, he would no longer be a savior.
He would be the torchbearer of the dead, the blade of the Seed, and the Level 9 civilization founder who trampled the gods beneath his feet.
“You burned them. I’ll burn every last one of you.”
