In the third year of the apocalypse, before the Tower of Heaven, He Ju watches as his companions of three years are stabbed in the back by his fiancée and the brother he trusted most. They die before his eyes...
“He Ju, you should have obediently stayed a stepping stone. Your mecha and everything else you own should have been mine.”
His fiancée smiles smugly. Only then does he realize that the hope he had struggled toward throughout the apocalypse was actually leading the people who loved him to their doom.
Reborn one month before the apocalypse, he looks at all those familiar faces and says to the pretty girl, “Your boyfriend’s engaged. And you’re not the bride.” His fiancée’s vicious words seem to pierce through the wasteland of the apocalypse, mingling with all the taunts, oppression, and schemes he endured over those three years, forming a rabid dog that lunges at him with all its might.
Turning away, He Ju looks at the glimmer in his right hand and murmurs to himself, “This time, I won’t be a self-righteous saint. I’ll be the thorn that throws everything into chaos.”
Stockpile supplies, build mechas, and create the strongest base in the apocalypse.
You owe me for what you did in my past life. While you eat, I’ll flip the table. While you stockpile food, I’ll take it all. While you reclaim the land, I’ll sell the vehicles. I’ll settle every score with ruthless efficiency.
The Tower of Heaven, the apocalypse’s calamity? Where will you be when my mecha descends?
The end of the world is coming soon