[Not mindless power fantasy] [Apocalyptic wasteland] [Infectious disease] [Building a new world] [Two male leads]
This city is sick.
Anyone could catch the infectious disease!
Some people who caught it became hideous monsters. Others turned into useless pigs, ripe for slaughter.
The numb lived like walking corpses. Those who gave up on themselves let others slaughter them. Those overcome by grief became monsters, while the hearts of the powerful, gifted with supernatural abilities, flickered between sincerity and deceit.
The ascetics would give up everything to obtain a new world. The spirited warriors wanted to carve one out with brute force. The kind-hearted pope chose to shelter useless drifters.
When the flames have burned away every festering sore in the city, will the one who died from the very beginning return with the springtime of the whole world?
