When I woke up, the world was shrouded in "red fog", civilization collapsed, and everything changed.
Lin Ke, a lazy, late-stage cancer patient who regards "never stand when he can sit, never sit when he can lie down" as his life creed, just wants to find a corner to live quietly in this fucking apocalypse.
However, when huge mutated creatures approached the village and the life of his only relative hung on the line, he had no choice but to awaken the ability to control the sand in despair.
Well, since God forbids salted fish, I have to take it a little seriously.
"What? You want me to save the world?"
"Don't make trouble, I just want to protect my tribe, and by the way... Change my lounge chair to a more comfortable place."
This is a "farming" story about a protagonist who is a little lazy and a little sinister, but never loses control at critical moments. He uses the sky full of yellow sand to establish a new order in the wasteland and build the strongest tribal alliance.
Other people's apocalypse: blood and fire, struggle and wailing.
Lin Ke's End of the World: Today's weather is good, suitable for building a castle with sand and sunbathing.
