I Transmigrated to the Apocalypse and Sent a Distress Signal to My Homeland

Don't talk to me about mercy. You can't eat that stuff.

My name is Xia Yu. I'm an orphan, and I transmigrated into the apocalypse.

The day he transmigrated, Xia Yu discovered that his only golden finger was a jade pendant tattoo that could connect to parallel worlds.

He sent a distress signal back to the Blue Star:

Recipient: the motherland.

And that's when things took a turn.

While others chewed tree bark, he ate self-heating hot pot.

While others wielded cold weapons, he carried a Type 95 rifle.

While others were bullied by bandits, he answered by carpet-bombing them with rockets.

“Reporting to the motherland, I need a crate of grenades.”

“Sent. Use them sparingly.”

“Reporting to the motherland, I need a weapons production line.”

“Sent. Remember to return it.”

“Reporting to the motherland, I need...”

“Just say what you want. You can have anything.”

As he fought his way through hordes of the undead, built a city-state, and became a regional power in the apocalypse,

things got even more outrageous back on the Blue Star:

Thanks to the crystal-core energy he sent back, the technology tree of Yan Country went off in a whole new direction.

Superconducting materials, crystal-core fusion, super crops...

Countries that had once imposed technological blockades were now lining up to beg for cooperation.

Presidents of once-arrogant powers publicly declared, “Yan Country is our most important partner.”

When someone asked, “Boss, how are you so strong?”

Xia Yu wiped his blade. “Obviously, I've got people backing me up.”