I, Lin Tuo, opened my eyes and found myself the master of a magic tower in the apocalypse.
Outside the tower, a fog devours civilization, and inside it lurk colossal beasts as big as mountains.
Inside the tower… there are only three days of power left, the food is moldy, and the weapons are rusted.
While everyone else struggles to survive the apocalypse, a row of cards appears before me.
Food, weapons, heroes, even mythical dragons can all be drawn.
But the moment I turned over the first card, I knew I was in trouble:
The elven ranger I drew was looking at me like I was an idiot,
while deep in the fog, pairs of red lights slowly turned toward my tower.
The countdown to survival starts now.
It's very beautiful. The author sits on this floor. If you like it, please leave a message.
The writing is pretty good, no big problems