Ten years after the cataclysm, the zombie virus triggered by red rain swept across the globe. Plants and animals mutated at an alarming rate, and human civilization teetered on the brink of collapse. Survivors huddled in bases across the land, using ability crystals as hard currency. The strong preyed on the weak, the only law of survival. Viruses, hunger, fighting, and mutated beasts were everyday threats. Ordinary people’s lives were worth less than weeds. And then, at that moment, Xingxing arrived.
