Extreme cold, hunger, monsters, human hearts - everything can kill you in the apocalypse. When the order collapsed, Chen Mo's only awakened power was [copying objects]. A pack of biscuits, a crowbar, a rusty knife... Everything copied burned his little life force.
This is not a messianic story, there is no grand truth waiting to be revealed.
Here, kindness is a luxury and trust is a fatal wound. Faced with the approaching tide of corpses, the desperate situation of running out of supplies, and the same kind of people who hide their swords in their smiles, he must use this limited and dangerous ability to find his own way of survival on the tightrope.
While everyone is looking for hope, he has only one goal: to live one more day before this damn doomsday.
