In the fifth year of the doomsday disaster, the earth is on the verge of collapse.
Lin Wanxing, who had just returned from the horror game and just wanted to lie down, looked at the countdown that lit up again on his wrist. He was silent for a moment and decisively picked up the phone: "The country? I want to hand myself in."
Thirty days later, she will return to the horrific game that swallowed up countless lives. But this time, there was no one behind her.
Top think tanks analyzed the dungeon logic for her, and the entire country equipped her with special equipment. An elite team codenamed "Candle Dragon" accompanied her.
In the Chinese horror dungeon, there are road to hell, paper man laughing, old stage singing in the dark...
Hostile players outside the country taunted: "With a bunch of burdens, you will definitely die."
Lin Wanxing backhandedly used lost ancient rituals to decipher centuries-old rituals, used scientific algorithms to seal and resurrect evil gods, and transformed the resources from other worlds recovered from ghosts into life-saving food and clear springs in the real world.
Lu Chenzhou, the scarred commander who shouldered the burden of a country in the apocalypse, initially only regarded her as a "high-risk variable" that needed to be closely monitored.
Until she stepped out of the sea of blood and gently placed the rare healing potion next to his arm covered with old wounds.
"Commander Lu," she looked into his silent eyes, "A person's power has its limits, but the fire of civilization needs everyone to protect it."
When the truth about the ultimate copy is revealed, the survival of the two worlds hangs on a thread.
Lin Wanxing held the sword and moved forward, with the last lights of the entire civilization behind him.
This time, they will rewrite the rules and take back the future.
