Humanity Lost, I Turned My Flesh and Blood into a New Great Wall

Don't paddle away in a hurry! This is not the kind of post-apocalyptic story that starts out super well and then hoards goods to kill the gods. Frankly speaking, I wrote a "non-mainstream" apocalypse. The protagonist's starting combat power is approximately equal to 1.5 Geese, and his main skills are taking care of children and sighing. Goldfinger? Yes, but you might kill yourself first. Teammate? Yes, but I might betray you first. System? No, please face the abyss of human nature. Ultimately, this is a story about an ordinary person who wanted to protect a little warmth around him, but was pushed unknowingly to see the starlight at the end of the world. It feels great to turn thoughts into words. If it can make you feel "a little interesting", then that will be my greatest happiness! If you like it, don't forget to add a bookshelf and leave a few comments when you have time. This is the greatest support for me as a craftsman! Grateful! There is no Wushuang mowing the grass here, only escape with bullet holes; there is no Long Aotian, only a father's obsession to keep his children alive. If you are tired of the same cool article templates and want to read something different and heavy, but you can still find glimmers of light in the ruins... Then you might as well come in and take a look. I rely solely on my craftsmanship to make my living. My "bookshelf", "comments" and "updates" from all of you readers are my three meals a day. Thank you in advance!