In the doomsday wasteland, I was pushed into a group of corpses by the woman I loved most, just for a piece of energy core.
On the verge of death, three lines of blood words appeared in front of my eyes:
[Option 1: Being torn apart in regret.
[Option 2: Detonate the bomb and die together.
[Option 3: Jump into the nuclear waste pool, narrowly escape death, and gain 'infinite evolution'!
I laughed and decided to choose three!
When my former lover became the overlord of a party and met me again, she didn't know that I was the only rule-maker in the wasteland today.
