The Mistwalker

A crimson fog devoured the world. Order collapsed, and civilization became a wasteland of ruins. In that blood-red age when human lives were worthless, Ling Yi struggled for ten years, only to die like an ant in a cold corner, without a sound or a trace left behind.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself three hours before Doomsday. The familiar yet strange room, the sky outside the window, still untouched by blood, and the date on the calendar that would decide countless lives.

This time, he was no longer an ordinary person who knew nothing of the future. He knew the fog's secrets, understood the monsters' weaknesses, and remembered the hopes and betrayals buried beneath the ruins.

The regrets of his past life, the family he lost, the hatred etched into his bones... Everything would be rewritten when he was reborn.

He would run no longer. He would hide no longer.

He would become a traveler who crossed the crimson fog, seize fate by the throat, and kindle the first flame in this dark wasteland.