As I traveled through the wasteland, my only golden finger was to instinctively record the abnormal death of all things.
The end of technology, the consumer paradise, the wasteland of immortality... The civilizations I have seen are all terminal diseases.
They regarded me as a "variable" and called me a "sample," but they didn't know that every time I died, I was going back in time and approaching the source of the disaster.
Until the most powerful abnormal "Silent March" Overlord came across thousands of years and said to me: "Evil Yu, you make the world scream."
I just opened the book made of human skin made from my own skull, and finally understood:
What I record is the entire medical history of human beings. And I will be the last page.
Travel eastward until death - martyrdom
You are so annoying!
Ordered. . . . .