When the sunspots tore through the sky and the earth boiled like a furnace, I laughed like a madman under the scorching sun - at the moment of rebirth, I heard the sound of the gears of fate biting. The memory of three years and seven days of death is still burned deep in my bone marrow. Now, with the alien space and the plunder map in my hand, I have become the only hoarding god in this apocalypse.
When the first drop of fresh water fell into my space, I knew that human civilization was slipping into the abyss step by step. From Lake Baikal to the Zambezi River, from the Dubai Power Station to the Norwegian Dam, I am like a python that has been dormant for thousands of years, greedily swallowing the remnants of the world. But resources are not free. Some people are targeting me, and some want to kill me. Every crisis is like a fire, burning away the soft flesh on my body, leaving behind steely nerves and more crazy plans.
I built a ring-shaped fortress, hidden deep in the Tanggula Mountains, like a sleeping heart, beating the last hope of mankind. But hope is never charity, it is order under the blade. Japanese chaebols, remnants of the United Nations, African armed forces... They come and go, carrying scars and fear. I watched with indifference, no longer showing any pity.
When the world is reduced to a sea of ice and ashes, how should humans choose? Should he kneel down to survive, or use blood as ink to rewrite the rules in the wasteland? I no longer ask myself whether I am a human being. I only know that in this life, all living beings are just cud dogs, but I am a god.
