Afterburner Furnace

The gods have long since decayed into ashes, and the world has completely died under the eternal septic gray sky. When I woke up, I became Noah, a young boy in the apocalypse, with a curse called "Brand" branded on my palm—— This is not a golden finger, it is a ticket to cannibalism. It gave me the qualification to plunder life, and also allowed the souls of those I killed to scream in my ears forever, until they dragged me into the same madness as them. There is no revival of spiritual energy, no change of destiny against the will of heaven, no salvation from heaven. The sky is always a solid blood gray, the ground is crawling with monsters corrupted by the black mist, and there are only numb living people left in the fortress, and the eternally burning furnace. Those who are worthless will be thrown into the furnace and burned into crystal nuclei; those who are valuable will either be turned into minced meat in the beast tide, or they will go completely crazy in the plunder. There is always only one way to survive and become stronger. Use the despair of others as food, use the pain of similar people as firewood, and squeeze fresh life into nutrients for your own survival. Warmth must be paid for with hot blood, and so-called hope must be piled up with mountains of corpses. Every time you take a step upward, you will inevitably step on the remains and embers of the same kind. This is not survival. It is in the world of the dead, drinking poison to quench thirst, and not resting until death. Welcome to the septic era. Welcome to hell, where only predators can breathe. [Maybe darker]