A century after the nuclear war, on the wasteland, others fight for their lives over a moldy piece of bread. I’m fifteen, and I’m eating hot pot with braised pork alongside my three-year-old sister in my portable space.
Radiation is everywhere. They drink polluted water, while my sister and I bathe in spirit spring water.
Mutant beasts roam the land, and others risk their lives fighting them. I’ve raised an army of beast kings by feeding them the endless supply of spirit fruits in my space!
Don’t ask where I got all these supplies. The answer is simple: I have a whole world for a warehouse, and I can grow the entire future!
It's okay to kill time