While everyone else struggles to survive the apocalypse, I take it all in stride. What happens when the last cultivator, with millions of years of cultivation behind him, encounters a wasteland overrun by zombies? While everyone else is worrying about whether they'll get enough to eat today, I'm wondering which sword-qi technique would make this mountain of a Corpse King look best when I cleave it in two.
A young woman with an armored truck and a flamethrower saves me. She proudly teaches me how to survive the apocalypse and says she'll protect me. Looking at the S-rank fireball power in her hand, I remember the True Solar Fire I casually conjured before entering seclusion... Hmm, this world seems a little more interesting than I expected.
