Wasteland Calendar Year 107, Black Rainy Season. Radiation, deadly viruses, and aberrations dominate this wilderness.
In the No. 13 Scavenging camp, Lu Ze was just an ordinary low-level garbage sorter.
No one knew that the deadly pollution source "orangutan" that terrified the wasteland thugs was as fragile as fly ash at his fingertips. He doesn't have any power fluctuations, and his touch is the absolute natural enemy of the aberration.
I wanted to rely on this secret to survive in the apocalypse, until a scavenger with bloodshot eyes broke open the door of the sorting office while holding a lead box leaking black liquid.
The highest level three physical blockade suddenly fell, and the thick alloy gate locked everyone together with an awakening high-risk aberration.
Amidst the desperate screams, Lu Ze calmly took out an old-era pocket watch whose hands were always stationary.
"Trouble."
Since there is no way to retreat, then stop pretending.
