The end of the world is coming, and the historical copy is forced to open.
Others were bandits in the late Ming Dynasty and heroes in the Three Kingdoms, but my card [Pity] only allowed me to save people. They all laughed at me as a holy mother, until my "benevolence" evolved one after another, from protecting one person to protecting another.
When zombies besiege the city and people's hearts are lost, I stand on the wall and light the fire of civilization - the test of doomsday is never about strength, but about who is worthy of holding the last fire of civilization.
