When bone-eroding acid rain hits the world like teardrops of divine punishment, a waiter's name is engraved into the code of the apocalypse.
Lin Jin held an unfinished glass of whiskey and looked at the neon lights outside the window distorting into strange bands of light in the poisonous fog. He once smiled and handed champagne under the crystal lamp of Genting Sky Tower, but now he has to dance with the shadow aberrations, the remnants of the old world, and his gradually awakening powers in this "ark" floating on the wasteland. The clubhouse swimming pool is still clear, but it reflects the abyss of human nature.
**Dilemma**: Who is he? A server whose name was as light as dust walked with his head down on the carpet swept by the skirt of a celebrity, but was kicked into the cracks of the system by fate, becoming the only human being who could analyze distorted data.
**Turning**: He has learned to read minds, know how to manipulate, and can even make the former high-ranking powerful people pale with a joke. He hid a bottle of life-saving medicine in exchange for the first loyalty contract; he set a trap in the wine cellar and fished out three lurking traitors with a bottle of old cigars.
**Price**: Every jump in ability is a tear in the soul. He began to dream that he became one of those monsters wandering around at night, and began to suspect that the so-called master was just another cage.
When humans stand on the ashes of civilization and look back at the purple rainstorm that devoured everything, can we still tell who the real "aberrants" are?
