Doomsday, My King of Fighters Skills Are Infinite

Solemn statement: This is not a brainless article. If you are impatient, please go out and turn left. This is not a fast food book that will leave your brain empty after reading it. If you are after a full level at the start, invincibility of the system, and beautiful girls, please do not click on it. If you are longing for self-consistent logic, the game of human nature, and a true deduction of "how humans will survive when the apocalypse comes," you are welcome to enter. [World View: Farmers and Reapers] Red rain, aura, global mutation... These are not gifts from God, but "fertilization" by gods and demons from other worlds. When Blue Star is reduced to a petri dish, and when the Awakened are reduced to living batteries, human civilization will be wiped out. We have baptized the earth with nuclear bombs, and repaired the city walls with blood. But when the five "demon kings" descended on the world, Only then did humans understand: We are not at war, we are just waiting to be picked. An alien who has mastered the essence of KOF fighting. He climbed out of the glazed pit at the center of the nuclear explosion, Holding purple flames in hand, heart is as solid as ice. He doesn't go to save the world, he just wants to survive in the broken order. Hold on to that glimmer of light called "home". [Author's preface: This is a self-rescue about civilization] I want to write about my fantasy apocalypse. Write about the high-level game, the helplessness of soldiers, the despair of civilians, and the chaotic chaos of demons after the collapse of order. What I want to explore is: If the end of the world does come, what can we do? What should we do?