The apocalypse arrived. Ice sealed the city, and zombies roamed everywhere.
In the third year, with supplies exhausted, Xiao Bang died a miserable death on the snowy plains.
A human killed him.
But it was the reborn, armed with the advantage of knowing the future, who drove people to become monsters!
Is hoarding food and monopolizing supplies really an advantage of foresight?
Is treating human lives as worthless really decisive ruthlessness?
No one dared question them. No one dared resist.
When he opened his eyes again, Xiao Bang had returned to seven days before the apocalypse and awakened the authority of [Hunting Judgment].
Anyone convicted by his judgment would surrender their powers, memories, and possessions to him!
Those who stole supplies would repay him with interest.
Those who had harmed others would pay for their blood debts in blood.
And the aloof King of the Sky? I’ll tear down your throne with my own hands!
If no one dares deal with this scum, then I’ll be the one to dig their graves.
The death knell rings.
The trial begins.
I hereby pronounce my verdict:
You are guilty!!!
