When the shadow of the nightmare game engulfs the world, the Dragon Kingdom becomes the target of public criticism. City F fell, 270,000 compatriots turned into data dust, and the Gallic War Alarm sounded loudly over City S again.
Ling Chen traveled through the ruins of the apocalypse, and his arm armor still bore the scorch marks from when 90% of the Dragon Kingdom's land was annihilated in his previous life. He was once a lone figure standing at the top of the hunter, but he could only watch his compatriots fall one by one in the war between different countries. This time, with his memories of the future and the silver witcher suit, he became the last hope of City S.
"Bunkers cannot stop the rules from erasing, the only way is to penetrate the enemy's formation."
Facing the contemptuous smiles of the elites of the Gallic Kingdom, and facing the only thirty-seven hunters left in the city, Ling Chen clenched his hands on the mechanical arm armor that glowed with a faint blue light. When the energy blade cuts through the gloomy sky, this game in which the survival of the country is a bet will eventually usher in a hunter who subverts the rules. He wants the world to know that the hunt for souls in the Dragon Kingdom is still ongoing, and a prairie fire can still be set ablaze on the ashes of the earth.
