In the seventy-third year of the New Calendar, the world has become a scorched earth full of radiation and mutated monsters.
At the seventh outpost on the edge, Lin Yan was just a scrap recycling depot worker who had never seen the sun all year round.
He was pale and slender, looking like he would be swallowed up by the cruelty of the wasteland at any moment.
But no one knew that the strong radiation venom that could make people fester instantly could not even touch his fingertips; and in his pocket, a black seed that was judged to have been dead for hundreds of years was quietly resurrecting with his heartbeat.
Until that day, a mutilated corpse carrying a mutated parasite broke the tranquility of the post.
The shrill air-raid sirens tore through the sky, and the terror of the deep wasteland crossed the defense lines.
In this ashes world cut off from life, Lin Yan slowly raised his eyes and decided to plant the first touch of green.
