Flood Era: the Slave Empire of Desire and Survival

Blue tears flooded the world and humanity. Zhang Mo, a small character who only managed warehouses before the apocalyptic flood, relied on rote memorization of the port terrain to seize the last high ground - Lighthouse Castle. Here, cans are king, fresh water is blood, and fists are the only law. He thought he could survive by hoarding enough supplies, until the cold water world taught him: the price of living is to become the beast he once hated most. This world sucks! The land has become a legend, and the tall buildings have become isolated islands. Fresh water is more valuable than gold, women are hard currency, and slaves are walking animals. The law of the jungle is the only Bible. Zhang Mo guarded the lonely fort, holding on to the last bit of supplies, but his heart felt like it was soaked in ice water, getting harder and harder. Want to survive? You have to be more ruthless than others! Stock up on more goods, capture more people, and build a bigger fortress! Desire grows wildly underwater. The desire for life, the greed for power, the possession of a soft body... Reason is as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of survival. When the thorns of the ice rose pierced the palm of the hand, when the trembling of the caged bird aroused violence, when the wildness of the water ghost ignited the desire for conquest... Zhang Mo stood on the top of the rusty fortress, looking at the turbid ocean and the prostrate slaves under his feet, he knew: If you want to be king in this flooded purgatory, it is not enough to have supplies alone, you also need a knife dripping with blood, and a heart... Colder than deep water.