The world gasps in ashes and putrefaction. The end is not an instant end, but a long, sordid decline. Resources are depleted, order is broken, and survivors struggle to survive in the shadow of ruins.
The collision of parallel worlds tears apart the curtain of reality, leaving unstable rifts. The body of the deceased has become a breeding ground for "reflections" and "reverberations" from other worlds. Corpses no longer rest in peace, they are twisted and deformed, turning into walking sources of disaster.
So, there were corpse collectors.
They crawl on the remains of civilization and dance with death. Spray the agent that suppresses the mutation, and drag the corpses to the incinerator before they erupt into indescribable terror. With poor equipment and meager pay, they are despised and feared, but they are the last humble but deadly line of defense to maintain this crumbling world.
Chen Jin is one of them. Carrying the shadow of the past, he struggled in the quagmire of survival. To make matters worse, he possesses a rare and dangerous talent: he can vaguely perceive otherworldly whispers attached to corpses, and even glimpse fragments of the destructive scene on the other side of the rift, at the cost of continuous mental burning.
When the huge "Ark" force casts its seductive gaze, and when the frequency of corpse mutations rises strangely, the illusion of calm is about to be shattered. In the brief remaining warmth of the incinerator, under the shadow of the drifting ashes, he must rely on this dangerous talent to catch a glimmer of light for himself and for the broken world in the abyss of despair. Because in this doomsday, cleaning up the ashes may be the only way to prevent the next world-burning flames. And behind the cracks, there always seems to be eyes watching...
