Blood Moon Tracks: From Handcart to Mobile Fortress

With the blood moon overhead, don’t stop, don’t fall behind, and don’t look. If you look, you won’t be yourself anymore.

The night the specters descended, Chen Cheng, a construction-site laborer, managed to grab only a handcart.

Broken. Rusty. One wheel was crooked, too.

While everyone else fled in luxury cars, he pushed his battered cart along behind them. They laughed at how shabby he was. He said nothing, just kept his head down and pushed.

Three days later, everyone who laughed at him was dead.

But he was still alive.

Because he discovered that the cart could devour metal and evolve...

The handcart became an electric tricycle, the tricycle became an armored RV, and the armored RV became a mobile fortress.

While others fought over half a biscuit, his RV could already purify water automatically and grow vegetables. While others were hunted by specters, he could already predict dangerous routes in advance.

But he didn’t stop.

The Misty Forest, the Desert of Death, the Evernight Tundra, the Flesh Plains...

Seven environmental wonders, three ancient master keys, and a legend about the “Promised Land.”

He thought finding a place to call home would be the end.

But he was wrong.

This road has no end.

But he can’t stop.

Behind him lies a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Before him stretches the vast unknown.

Pushing that cart, he carved a bloody path out of the apocalypse.

From Earth to the stars.

From an ordinary man to a legend.