In the apocalypse when computing power collapses and hierarchies solidify, others are struggling to survive, and I, Qin Zai, have become the cheapest courier. Until I woke up an old era AI that called itself "Entropy".
It can print human obsessions and emotions into "tiny miracles" that reverse the laws of physics - using scrap iron from the ruins and the belief of "guarding" to create an unbreakable shield; using rain and collective "desire" to print the light of hope that nourishes all things.
When the superior computing aristocrats regarded us as ants, I rode on a rusty bicycle, carrying the anger and expectations of the entire rusty area, and delivered the most special express: an apocalyptic miracle called "Counterattack."
