Nineteen Years of Blood Debt

Seven years into the apocalypse, in the Northeast Wasteland.

Shen Zhuo clutched a piece of blue cloth. It was what his father had been holding in his palm when he died.

Eight years had passed, and no one had told him the truth. The only person who knew had just been murdered, killed by a blunt weapon, just like his father.

The culprits were the North Mountain Camp, a group of people with guns. They had no right to kill an old worker.

Shen Zhuo decided to head south.

Not to run away, but to come back alive.

He would survive the wasteland and become a blade, then return to settle every last one of the debts that had been left unpaid for eight years.