After Nuking the Apocalypse, I Became a God by Selling Luosifen

The flames of nuclear war consumed an entire era of civilization, leaving behind a wasteland shrouded in radioactive dust, stripped of resources, and ravaged by the collapse of order.

The Old Calendar faded into oblivion, and the Wasteland Calendar began its first chapter.

Winter, Year 3743 of the Wasteland Calendar. The cold wind swept weakly radioactive dust across the land, lashing everything like an endless gray blizzard. The once-prosperous cities were now nothing but twisted rebar and collapsed concrete ruins, like the carcasses of giant beasts, silently recounting the disasters of the past.

The dilapidated settlement of Rust Town stood on the edge of a vast city ruin. It was a place of all sorts, where survivors struggled to stay alive, trading scavenged junk and hunted mutant creatures for pitifully small amounts of food and clean water.

Wang Wenyue wrapped her worn windbreaker, faded from countless washes and patched in several places, tightly around herself. She carefully avoided the filthy water flowing across the streets and the unfriendly eyes of the drifters. She looked to be in her early twenties. Her features were delicate, but her face was pale with malnutrition. Her dark eyes shone brightly against her thin face, holding a resilience and wariness far beyond her years.

She had once been a research assistant at the Oasis Biological Laboratory, one of the most advanced institutions before the war. When the nuclear blasts came, she was lucky enough to survive in a deep underground shelter. But when she returned to the surface, the world she knew was gone. Her mentor, colleagues, family... all had vanished in the flames. Carrying what little knowledge remained from the laboratory and a vital capsule containing a biological sample, she had wandered the wasteland for three years